they say home is where the heart is but its where i lost mine
i try my hardest but regardless they always cross the line
i think i need a steppin stone to get my life on track
fuck the world every one i let to close puts a knife in my back
thats why i dont let a soul stand behind or by me
fuck this whole damn society just a lone man tryin to see
but the anxeity and stress is blindin me but i guess i need my privacy
and yes i go though lots of shit my self confidence is droppin quick
and i alarmed the rate if it gets any lower i might harm my fate
and end tommrow before day starts to break but its hard to say
im caught in this tide an i need to broden my horizon
to look up to see the sun instead of this coffin that i lie in
but the hell i take for tryin to evlavate my self and make
a belt to raise cuz i cant take to lose and i aint makin moves
im stiff as a mannequin but in my hand this pen
makes me feel like a champion and a man again