I want every breath to matter,
but something is a matter
with the beating of my heart:
life around me’s perfect
but there’s worry in my heart;
it slowly seeps into my lungs,
and tells my smile to depart.

I want every move to matter,
but something is a matter
with the chatter of my mind.
—Ahead lies possibilities,
but my mind's stuck in rewind;
Slow...ly playing back the moments
my mind's yet to define.

I want every sight to matter,
but something is a matter
with the way that I perceive:
hate is love and love is hate—
like summer leaves: all the same to me;
and even when truths colors show,
I'm too far gone to see.

I want my life to matter,
but something is a matter
with the way I choose to live.
It's time to give up selfish love
and give my life to Him.
If I want it all to matter,
I have to start my life again.