Staring eyes wide open gazing into nothing

Running in place again, going through the motions

In and out as the oceans, repeating

Numb to the silence, to the absence of emotion

The sum of the script, nothing but a click in the rotation

Sick of the peace of mind that goes along with keeping on

And I can't keep on going on inside



It feels like I'm stuck here, suspended, at best, underwhelming. What's wrong with me?

My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

I'm hopelessly hopeful that I'm not stuck here suspended

In a world I pretended was right for me



Strung out on the same old

Got an itch for something painful

To feel something real once

To remind myself it's not in my head

Sick of the calm coinciding with sticking in and with the line

And I can't keep on going on inside



It feels like I'm stuck here, suspended, at best, underwhelming. What's wrong with me?

My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

I'm hopelessly hopeful that I'm not stuck here suspended

In a world I pretended was right for me



When I close my eyes

When I leave the light



Inside it feels like I'm stuck here, suspended, at best, underwhelming. What's wrong with me?

My conscious is calling but the world isn't all it's cracked up to be

I'm hopelessly hopeful that I'm not stuck here suspended

In a world I pretended was right for me