Find myself singing the same songs everyday
Ones that make me feel good
When things behing the smiles ain`t okay 
Around and over and in-between the seas
I need to be on top of a mountain
Where I can be see everything
Cause this paranoia`s getting old 
Now as I open my eyes to start another day
I`m in a pile of puke
Empty bag of execuses
My love for friends and family
you know I need them 
And under a sun that`s seen it all before
My feet are so cold
And I can`t believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again
But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them
Gonna take a breath and try again.