But I don't feel happy
And I don't have any hope
I can't find inspiration
Instead I just mope
I won't allow in a spirit
Long ago sold my soul
My ears just won't hear it
My brain's gate is closed
I've been 12 and 100 since the day I was born
Too young to appreciate breath
And too old to mourn
I want to run away
I need some new air
But wherever I go
I'm already there