Depression sets in

no one's looking at you

they figured you out

they know your routine

they know the score

They've done all they can for you

I've done all I can 

The road is long the road is wide

I buried myself half alive

but I'm seeking truth, higher ground

I'm humbled when I make

an honest mistake


The timer is set for guilt to set in

you taught me the dance with Pavlov's approach

and heavy hand

I used to perform for you

I just can't perform


Burning in the sun

dyring up the tears as they fall

one, by one, until there's none


Detachment sets in

I'm done looking at you

Does that make me the stronger man?

Is victory mine?

Funny, I don't feel so strong

Funny, I don't feel...