"Maybe this world just isn't right for me."
I say as I think that could never be
"Maybe if I cut this silver chord,
No no... I'd just find myself,
In another place,
Just as bored."

"Maybe I'd be just a bit less lonely,
Maybe I could finally focus,
And do what the others do and make money,
But I doubt that will ever sound fun to me."

"Maybe then I could be an artist,
But then again why can I not tomorrow."
Sometimes it seems I'm destined for sorrow.