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This is me calling, could someone get up the phone, please. I hope you haven't all
forgotten about me. Everything is nothing, there, I've said it again and again and
again, I'm jumping someone else's train. Wrong is right or right is wrong, can't
even figure out where I belong now, but how am I ever gonna get a grip, when I slip
and trip over just about every little thing there is...hey, I'm not gonna crack, I'm
not gonna crack, i'm not gonna crack this time, I'll feel fine and nothing in the
world is gonna make me wine. That's easier said than done, for sure, my mood swings
have begun, so pure, and I'm feeling the pain in my brain again, feeling the pain
again, feeling so lame again...
In search for the homecrowd! I can't get it out!
This is a never ending story, I need someone to puzzle it for me, need someone to
solve the mistery of the reaccuring madness, tearing me down into a sea of
sadness...sad...sad as it never was...mad...mad as it never was. And I could never
see myself sinking all the way, but now I'm too alone to even get away - get away
from the pain in my brain, am I still sane? I guess I worry too much about what is
said and done, I should shut down my brain and have some fun, but there's a fire
burning inside of me, you can't put it out all that easily. Burning is living to me,
everybody...help - don't need somebody !
I can't tell what I really feel, cause in a mood like this i don't really feel. I'm
not really me at all, more like a shadow of myself, trapped by my own mind, trapped
by myself, so may the force be with me forever, surrender to the dark side never. I
wanna gain control you see, so that the empire's never gonna strike back on me!
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