He's worked an 8 to 5 for the past 25 years Knocking on the doors of every one of his peers to try make ends meat But yet he spends nights awake hating himself as he walls in the self-pity defeat that he's associated as normal And how does it feel to be normal? It's an expression that's lost its meaning over time When you spend each and every morning asking you to finally feel right You eventually lose sight of everything that made you feel that way Everything that made you feel human He's become accustom to his days like trance that he's been living in And maybe it's a form of comfort or an equal torment But he won't help himself, he only lies dormant Does your heart not feel complete Does it feel love Feel like anything He's tired of living like his life is second to all Like he has to deal with the world before himself He's tired of coming home too late to an apartment too small While this financial wall does a number on his back And he could hear a faint snap as the days continue to move There's a hole in the rug in the outer hall from pacing back and forth contemplating if any and all of his decisions have come back to haunt him But if anything, it at least taught him choices he's made has led him to now He'd trade anything to be able to go back to when he felt satisfied And that his room was his only sanctuary to where he could run and hide Does your heart not feel complete Does it feel love Feel like anything He's been bitter and he's been broken He gave his life for an empty purpose that never gave anything back He's been told that what he socially lacks is made up for by his ability to care That's not what he ever wanted He just wanted to be aware