Routine in the agony
Sit in the alleyway and wait
This endeavour became an unobtainable charade

You're keeping your secrets, but giving them sequels instead
My fury and disappointments collaborate for your enjoyment

Can't you see I'm tipping over the edge of the beg
And tired and ridiculous, slipping up on every step I tread

Can't you see I'm tipping over the edge of the beg?
And tired and ridiculous, slipping up on every step I tread