I am a man in a box.
I have stress issues.
And I don't know what to do about them.
The easiest thing would be to simply cut everyone ever out of my life. Terribly Impossible.
The best thing for me to do, however, is something that I find myself completely unable to do...even though I feel that if I do it, everything will somehow magically be better.
You know, for all it's superficial splendor, this summer has kinda blown. I'm quite sure I'm the only one of you who would even fathom thinking such blasphemy. whatever.
The cruelest joke that has played on me
Is all planned out so I can't leave
Now quietly I will walk away
There's no bad blood, but I can't stay
There's no more love because there's no more love
And I don't know what to do about them.
The easiest thing would be to simply cut everyone ever out of my life. Terribly Impossible.
The best thing for me to do, however, is something that I find myself completely unable to do...even though I feel that if I do it, everything will somehow magically be better.
You know, for all it's superficial splendor, this summer has kinda blown. I'm quite sure I'm the only one of you who would even fathom thinking such blasphemy. whatever.
The cruelest joke that has played on me
Is all planned out so I can't leave
Now quietly I will walk away
There's no bad blood, but I can't stay
There's no more love because there's no more love