Why when a mind Tries to move forward It always break off? I just want to do things in my own way but it couldn't be, There's always a wall that stops all the hopeful trains that desire a brand new good time I'm fading out I need a hand And help me, My spirit's losing it's sense and the air is tasting strangely Through an open window my life escapes I don't believe what I feel is killing me now I don't believe what I see is digging me down Deep pools of mud swallowing pieces of my goodwill Like a good boy that tries to help is causing more harm, This is now me During the day all that I see is covered with dirt I just need a hand So help me, The tears are trickling down my cheeks And there's no wind to dry them here Only birds are dancing to my music I don't believe what I feel is killing me now I don't believe what I see is digging me down