Maybe I should have been a boxer and
Had all these words just beaten out of me
Then rested with my head inside a hand
And let the world wash over me and be.
Perhaps I should have spoken to myself
And told myself normality was best
When I was young and worried on a shelf
And knew that I could find a place to rest.
But now I walk in circles and I spin,
A web for myself every single day,
I wish that I could fight it and give in
But somethings keeps me pushing all the way.
I do not want to do this help me stop,
Give me a good excuse to let it drop.