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no I can't seem to cope with all that's in front of me
I wish I had some time to catch up with myselfliving check to check I've got nothing to call my own
I'm overdrawn and my credit is all spent
I've got walkin' frustration......and I've got no medication!!!everyday the same routine in my programmed life
I don't know what my social status isearly to bed early to rise, I never see the suna creature of habit is what I've becomemy girlfriend left me yesterdayshe says that she's gayshe took all her things and my private joymy brother owes me fifty bucks and now I'm unemployedthe rituals of life lead to my conditionthe doctor says to take it easy because this isn't healthybut I need things a doctor can't prescribe
I'm running the race on a treadmill going nowhere fast
I need an outlet in my so-called life
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