Tired of myself
Sheets over my eyes
Tired of this mess
Ideas come but
Nothing seems to stick with me
It's hard, you see
Building, pulling
All these strings are tied by me
Tied right to me
Can't believe that this is me
Everything is falling through
The way they do
If I failed to be like you
What would I become, what would I become?
If there's one thing I can do
Consider it done, consider it done
Ambition is thin
Tired of this fight
I'm losing my mind
Struggling to break through
And ideas come but