My Life
My brain is in overdrive
sitting here alone
trapped inside my head
and I just want to go home.
I feel like sometimes
I’m on the outside looking in
watching me make the same mistakes
over adn over again.
And I just want to scream
to see the cycle break
move past the illusion
and see all that’s not fake.
I see it replaying
this is my life this is my life…
but how could it be
that it’s so contrived?
All the landmarks have chagned
but the scenery is the same
and there’s nothing to do but laugh
even though it’s my life, not a game.
