| Another day another dime
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| I’m always falling short
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| How do I say this in a rhyme
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| To lay over these chords
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| How can I stay between the lines
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| With so much left unsaid
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| So much to say so little time
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| To get these thoughts out of my head
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| I ask myself this question
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| Am I too far gone?
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| Is this, is this my fate?
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| Self doubt, it comes in waves
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| Is it too late, to escape unscathed?
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| Am I too far gone?
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| Another day, it’s all the same
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| I’m so stuck in this fucking rut
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| And I’m ashamed because I’m to blame
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| So do I try or just give up?
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| I count the days to pass the time
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| Pacing back and forth
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| I swear one more pill and I’ll be fine
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| No regrets, no remorse
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| I ask myself this question
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| Am I too far gone?
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| Is this, is this my fate?
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| Self doubt, it comes in waves
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| Is it too late, to escape unscathed?
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| There’s always someone that’s better than me
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| It’s so hard to keep my head up high
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| When I’m falling short of where I should be
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| And I’ve got no reason I can justify |