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.