• I'm jaded, wishing I was some else
    Living this cycle life, how unpleasant
    I'm intrigued by the most simple stuff
    And seeing it all before, why am I still here
    I'm faltering under pressure
    When will this equivocal nightmare end

    I'm going nowhere, absolutely nowhere
    (why do I constantly torture myself)

    I am sometimes brash in an inverted way
    If life is transient then what would be the point of this
    I am sometimes erratic or maybe I'm always this way
    My mind easily triggered an why do I cling to you
    I am sometimes animus, and it never goes away
    Its not my fault, the figures surrounding me

    I'm going nowhere, absolutely nowhere
    (why do I constantly torture myself)

    I'd might as well have every personality
    After all that is how I act
    I'd bring pain and conflict to those around me
    I should be happy but I'm never ecstatic