what s the use in trying if all my senses say no place exists for you what s the use in holding out my arms i couldn t find reasons if i tried to what s the use in floating if all it does is tell you someone s under you what s the use in being if i learn to be neglectful to all the things that mean the most to most of you but i can hear me say more than likely i m the one you re living for if i find out i am then i ll finally understand when i say more than likely i m the one you re living for more than likely more than likely what s the use in praying for all the things that mean so much to none of you what s the use in pouring out my heart into situations i could cry through oh what s the use in closing all the doors that let the loving into you what s the use of loving if i learn not to feel anything at all even if it means the most to you but i can hear me say more than likely i m the one you re living for if i find out i am then i ll finally understand when i say more than likely i m the one you re living for more than likely more than likely  even if you find that i m transcending most of my mind through the often closing doors of what s to come and what s in store even if because you find i m spending most of my love to the often closed minds that must require what you re living for what s the use in clinging to all the hopes that leave you somewhere next to lies what s the use in buying all my time to try and figure out the frame that likes to communicate through signs i can hear me say 