Not sure what's wrong with me
I feel tired though I can not sleep
I'm worthless and I'm a wreck
My thoughts are scattered
with no time to collect
Is this my design?
Is this my plan?
The runways full of water
and this plane has nowhere to land
but these images I see are distracting
They move me in a different direction
My body desires goals
but my inners crave affection
Why me?
Why me? I ask
Over again
I'm the fly that will not fly
I'm the numberless sheep
My body's on fire
and the walls are painted to bleed
