I've been like this for days now,
Years are flying past my open eyes.
This is my dead end,
No room to move,
No space to get my head straight,
I'm second rate,
I need a way to get back on the rails again.
Starting to feel fed up,
Feels like I'm stuck in a rut,
Living like this aint enough,
There's got to be something out there.
Someone to help me get my head straight.
Well I've got nothing to say,
And I've got no where to go,
Prisoned alone in my head,
Can anyone out there hear me?
I need new medication.
I've been running around
Without out ever going anywhere,
I'm in need of a change,
Got to get moving,
All I do is sit here static,
Complain about it,
Appeasing my mind with the most mundane games.