(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