At The Park -

it rips me up

spits me out

im 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 thats okay

yeah, but i think i may go crazy

this time i have dont 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 run away

its half past three and i cant sleep

looking up at the stars

looking up in the dark

this time i have dont 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 still hear your voice

«everything will be ok,»

you say

«everythings going to change,»

you say

«youre not crazy»

it rips me up

spits me out

im messed up

in this rut