Paranoia at its Best

I'm a pretty boring person. I play world of warcraft, which doesn't necessarily mean i have no life. I love playing my guitar, whenever I'm stressed i just go off in my own world and jam. I dream of owning a P.R.S custom 22 or 24. I get mad at stupid things, get stressed easy. I don't know where I'm headed because i don't care about things i should, and the things i do aim for never happen. There really is nothing special about me.."Standing alone with no direction How did I fall so far behind? Why am I searching for perfection? Knowing it’s something I won’t findIn my fear and flaws I let myself down again All becauseI run ‘Til the silence splits me open I run ‘Til it puts me underground ‘Til I have no breath And no roads left but oneWhen did I lose my sense of purpose? Can I regain what’s lost inside? Why do I feel like I deserve this? Why does my pain look like my pride?In my fear and flaws I let myself down again All because I let myself down In my fear and flawsI run ‘Til the silence splits me open I run ‘Til it puts me underground ‘Til I have no breath And no roads left but one No roads left but oneIn my fear and flaws I let myself down again All becauseI run And the silence splits me open I run And it puts me underground But there’s no regret And no roads left to run"