Bang my head against this wall again
My love for friends and family
And I can't believe that I have to
Oo yeah, getting old
Gonna take a breath and try again, try again
'Cause this paranoia's getting old
But the blows they have just a
My feet are so cold

And under a sun that's seen it all before
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
When things behind the smile ain't okay
I need to be on top of a mountain
Around and over and in between the seas

I'm in a pile of puke, empty bag of excuses
Little more space in between them
You know I need them
Where I can be see everything