(Two, Three, Four) Sometimes i find, its hard to be here In my mind, stuck in gear I don't believe your words Are they deliberately obscured? Are you embarrassed by the truth? Or is what I read news to you? You've got no plan, what are you doing Kick that can, into ruins The deeper that I search The further that you fall from your perch Your life doesn't make sense Or at least in my head I wanna be, I wanna be, I wanna be happy in my mind Don't wanna be, don't wanna be, Don't wanna be trapped in my own rhymes Shouldn't I be, shouldn't I be, shouldn't I be in my prime? I could be wrong some times I could be wrong some times I could be wrong some times I could be wrong some times These are sad sad times These are sad sad times