It rips me up - spits me out - I'm messed up - in this rut -
Caught up in this system - put down as another victim -
My fingernails are fading away - and my hair is looking lazy -
But that's okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy -
Chours:
This time I have don't feel my own -
This life I live feels like a joke. -
But still I try to take control -
Still on my own, all alone -
Here I go again - go - I lie awake -
In my car - at the park - I -I run away -
It's half past three and I can't sleep -
Looking up at the stars - looking up in the dark -
This time I have don't feel my own -
This life I live feels like a joke -
But still I try to take control -
Still on my own, all alone
My stereo turns on trying to ignore you
But i still hear your voice
Everything will be okay,you say
Everythings going to change,you say
(back to chours)
