The story of my life, it's like a great open book; I write but I don't pay attention my nights seem to pass getting others off hook like a lawyer with godless intention I cant seem to take one more step on the way to the path that I plan out each day after day I cant stop obsessing on everyone else when i'm waiting to find what hell i'm about and out here it's the day after day and i'm here slowly caving away and back home throw my letters away out here theres nothing left to say.