My life is so busy And somehow I always end up feeling idle The more I think of what I am supposed to do The more confused messed up I feel I get up everyday and go to my nine-to-five When my day is done, and my work is almost through I find myself still searching For something new I cant remember what it Feels to be alive You guide me with a spotilight You show me the path and Where I should be going But instead of following it I Pull and drag It right behind me where I Want to go My lifes not justified Unless youre glorified