Seems like it might be time to leave this place.
Seems time shave change and I can't recognize my face.
It's awful hard to leave when i've got no place to go.
It's awful hard to leave when you've got nothing to show for the last four years.
Thimhs don't seems to be anything I thought they would.
And I don't know why that I ever thought they should.
I never thought that I asked for more than this could be.
I never thought I asked for any kind of certainty, or for concrete things.
ch
Oh, Did you thinkt hat you could rescue me?
Cuz problems seem to be all I can see
they follow me where I go.
Oh, I can hold them or just fade away,
but either way they always win the day.
Its a slow cold burn.
My day to day has come not to be enough.
Late to bed and rise has become awful tough.
The daily wear and tear has come to tear down my mind.
I'm tired and I'm old before I had a chance to find Where I'm supposed to go.
Ch
Gone is the time when I figured that I would always wind up landing in my feet.
Far too many pains and no near comparable gains to dull the sting of never measuring up.
I maybe seems that I've had enough.
CH
