At The Park

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 - Chours: 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 my stereo turns on trying to ignore you but i still hear your voice everything will be okay,you say everythings going to change,you say (back to chours)