Testo:
It rips me up – spits me out – I'm 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 that's okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy -
this time I have don't 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 -
It's half past three and I can't sleep -
looking up at the stars – looking up in the dark -
this time I have don't feel my own -
this life I live feels like a joke -
but still I try to take control -
still on my own, all alone
Caught up in this system – put down as another victim -
my fingernails are fading away – and my hair is looking lazy -
but that's okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy -
this time I have don't 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 -
It's half past three and I can't sleep -
looking up at the stars – looking up in the dark -
this time I have don't feel my own -
this life I live feels like a joke -
but still I try to take control -
still on my own, all alone
