A day in the life.
Everyday it's always the same. No point in fighting, it's not going to change. I'm trying to find my place in this world, but I don't get it. I go through the motions over and over. Sick of life, sick of talk, sick of you. I go through the motions every fucking day. Should I just step back and let others path my way? I walk in step with all the others, predictable is how I feel. Everyday seems like just another, months they now turn to years. Times are changing and I try to think where to turn next. I missed the point somewhere along the line, now back is my best bet. You can't make it work with your foot in your mouth, and you can't make this work cause it's so hard to stick out. I'm sick of hearing what you think of every single thing that comes out of my mouth. You know where you can take your words? Away from me. I want to be a part, I know it's nothing new. I want this fucking charade over. Life's a bitch, suck it up! Tried to get it right, fucked it up!