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Thrill Seeker

by Sara Beth Yurow
© 2016

Don't ask me why I do what I do
You wouldn't believe me if I told you
All that matters is in my head
It all makes sense

It's just to escape the monotone
I feel the need to break free, woah
And that's what it's all about
I'm still trying to figure myself out

Pre Chorus:
So don't worry about it
Just let me be
It all makes sense if you're me

And I always feel this need to try
To push the limits to the sky
I have to test out all the boundaries
I need to break the sound barrier, please
And I know this feeling's dangerous
All sorts of thoughts that I can't trust
So I'll just speed up the beat and pump up the speakers
I can't help it; I'm a thrill seeker

I like the rush I get when I don't conform
The adrenaline that comes with the storm
I guess the best you can say is I'm no pansy
Always looking for ways to up the anti

I have to touch fire before I'll believe it burns
Experiencing it myself's the only way I'll learn
It goes against everything I was ever taught
Why do I even think these thoughts?

Pre Chorus


It's not that I'm not satisfied
Things are going so great in my life
It's just constraints make me so furious
It's in my nature to be a little curious

Cause life's too short to spend all your time away from the ledge
What's the point if you never glance over the edge?
And once you see what's down there you really come alive
Haven't you ever wondered what it's like on the other side?


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