it rips me up
spits me out
im 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 thats okay
yeah, but i think i may go crazy
this time i have dont 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
its half past three and i cant sleep
looking up at the stars
looking up in the dark
this time i have dont 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 still hear your voice
"everything will be ok,"
you say
"everythings going to change,"
you say
"youre not crazy"
it rips me up
spits me out
im messed up
in this rut