I feel like Life is dragging me through the dark Holding onto me so tight
It's squeezing my arm, I'm starting to bruise
And I can't seem to find the light

If only I had a matchbook
Or if my fingers could find a switch
Maybe then I'd start to feel better
And maybe then i'd find my niche

But Life has me on such a short leash
And I'm moving way too fast
My eyes don't have time to adjust
And I'm thisclose to getting whiplash

Death is waiting patiently for it's turn
And the minute life turns it's head
Death will come and ****** me up
And lay me in it's bed