At The Park (Subseven)

It rips me up – spits me out – I'm messed up – in this rut - Caught up in this system – put down as another victim - My fingernails are fading away – and my hair is looking lazy - But that's okay, yeah, but I think I may go crazy - Chours: This time I have don't feel my own - This life I live feels like a joke. - But still I try to take control - Still on my own, all alone - Here I go again – go – I lie awake - In my car – at the park – I –I run away - It's half past three and I can't sleep - Looking up at the stars – looking up in the dark - This time I have don't feel my own - This life I live feels like a joke - But still I try to take control - Still on my own, all alone My stereo turns on trying to ignore you But i still hear your voice Everything will be okay,you say Everythings going to change,you say (back to chours)