Some people tell me,
there's something out there.
Everyone has a calling,
yours is just not there.
Sometimes I wonder,
what they even know,
or if they even care.

Risen and fallen,
I know the feeling.
Fell face first before,
hit my head on the ceiling.
Can't seem to break out,
of these **** walls,
and they're peeling.

Everyday goes by,
nothing seems to change.
It's like I'm living days over,
they all seem the same.
Late at night, I lay in bed,
wondering exactly how,
to win this game.

So I ride the waves,
until they hit the shore.
Ride back out and repeat,
like it's not a bore.
This life I live is nothing special,
just another life,
and nothing more.