Stumbling upon miles and miles of rocky ground
I find myself directionless, nowhere to be found
I've been lost now for eighteen some odd years
Trying to find my way in life, with all too many fears
Sometimes I find my way to another long path
But again the road becomes rocky, and I start to laugh
It's funny sometimes how sh*t never works out
Then humor turns to anger, and I scream and I shout
Where do I keep going that leads me astray
Too many questions and not enough answers, the story of my day
My brain is too restless to sort out one thought
I am always in turmoil, I am always distraught
This constant state of confusion fogs up my sight
Until I'm tossing and turning in spasmodic dark nights
I am tired and wired all at the same time,
Ambivalence is my first nature, I hear its a crime
To coexist with existance, without a thing in the world to define
