my life is a circle no beginning and no end it's always repeating a trail i defend to the time
a misunderstanding that can't be erased like a file i've got all i wanted but still i'm not satisfied
how far will i go to and search my respect and my pride how long will i lie to myself about the privilege of my life that turns around 'till i die and take the dark with me
why am i sad why am i sad when i have more that i ever had
my life is too stable i get no air my jail is my skin i'm false like a fable that is being praised for its sin
once i am trying to follow the light then the bitch grips my feet pulls me down, underneath
how far will i go to and search my respect and my pride how long will i lie to myself about the privilege of my life how deep will i have to fall before i find the will again it's always repeating the earth turns around and around 'till i die take the time missing me with me