Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of execuses
And my feet are so cold
And I can't believe that I have to bang my head against this
wall again But the blows they have just a little more
space in between them
gonna take a breath and try and try again