I stare at the manilla walls
And the rough eggshell cieling
And the mess under and within
I think to myself
Whats wrong with me?
Then i stare into the future for escape
I dream the dreams
The good ol simple
And find peace in those dreams
Then im pulled back to reality
As my anchors sink deeper
I kick so hard to keep them up
But im pushing myself down
I stare at the manilla walls
And the rough eggshell cieling
And the mess under and within
And i think to myself
Whats wrong with me?
