find myself singing the same songs everyday. the ones that make me feel good when things behind a smile ain't ok.. around and over and in between the seas, i need to be on top of a mountain where i can see everything cause this paranoia's getting old.. now as i open my eyes to start another day, im in a pile of puke, empty bag of excuses.. my love for friends and family- you know i need them. but under a sun thats seen it all before, my feet are so cold and i cant believe that i have to bang my head against this wall again. but the blows they have just a little more space in between them, gunna take a breath and try, try again...