Run around the same old tree
Run around it's the same old me
No longer sure who I'm supposed to be
Looking for something to set me free
But I know that there's something
I know that there's something out there
And I know that one day I'll look back and I won't care
Just trying to find my place in this world
Someplace where my voice will be heard
Someplace where the lines won't be blurred
I'll write you when I get there I give you my word
Paralyzed by this confusion and noise
Losing interest in the things I enjoy
Trying hard to fill in this void
She says you only stay up late with your boys