Every time I think I am getting closer
I am pushed further away, I am a loser
Think that I will make it this time
But they keep moving the finish line
I follow tracks that lead nowhere
Never find happiness it is not there
Tired of other people controlling my life
Their tongues are like a switchblade knife
A smile on my face it is foreign
A frown on my mind is much less boring
Dragged through mud left for dead
Be better off just offed in bed
People they just turn me off often
Be glad when I am all alone in my coffin
That is the only piece of peace I will find
When I leave all people behind