At The Park by Subseven
It rips me up ‘ spits me out ‘ I’m messed up ‘ in this rut –
Caught up in this system ‘ put down as another victim –
my fingernails are fading away ‘ and my hair is looking lazy –
but that’s okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy –
this time I have don’t feel my own –
this life I live feels like a joke. –
but still I try to take control –
still on my own, all alone –
here I go again ‘ go ‘ I lie awake –
In my car ‘ at the park ‘ I ‘I run away –
It’s half past three and I can’t sleep –
looking up at the stars ‘ looking up in the dark –
this time I have don’t feel my own –
this life I live feels like a joke –
but still I try to take control –
still on my own, all alone
� 2004 Flicker Records
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