I've been looking for a feeling I cannot find
There's no barren wasteland like the back of my mind
Maybe it's just that
I never really made the time
Or maybe it's selfish of me
To feel like I'm always being robbed of mine
Tell me the one about the lion in the cage
I'll sing you something from the good old days
A hairpin turn and a clean white page
It's my solemn review
I hate myself a little more each day
And I hate my fingers for the way they play
I hate I can't think of the works I wanna say
And I hate just as I think of them you're already walking away
I don't even know what I'm trying to say
I wish that you could see her
I wish you could've stayed
Now you've been reborn
I'm still a mouse in a maze
And I'm singing out to you
Let a little bit of time go by
Let old dogs lie
Try
