Walking, destination: nowhere I suppose
That's good enough for me
Talking to myself
Can't get a word in and I do not agree
Fighting, clenching my fists
The urge to blow up getting stronger every day
Hiding, the way I am feeling
Realizing now the problem was me
Taking what I want now
Losing everything I used to live for
Erasing, killing the sickness
Running for the hills but coming up short
And I'm so lost in this place
I can't control my thoughts as they twist and turn on my egotistic disposition I've learned to hate
And I don't even remember my own name
Walking, destination: nowhere
I suppose that's where I belong
Talking, screaming at myself:
"Everything you know about me is wrong"
And I'm so lost in this place
I can't control my thoughts as they twist and turn on my egotistic disposition I've learned to hate
And I don't even remember my own name