Walk

<br>Find myself singing the same songs everyday<br>Ones that make me feel good<br>When things behing the smiles ain`t okay <br><br>Around and over and in-between the seas<br>I need to be on top of a mountain<br>Where I can be see everything<br>Cause this paranoia`s getting old <br><br>Now as I open my eyes to start another day<br>I`m in a pile of puke<br>Empty bag of execuses<br>My love for friends and family<br>you know I need them <br><br>And under a sun that`s seen it all before<br>My feet are so cold<br>And I can`t believe that I have to bang my head against this wall again<br>But the blows they have just a little more space in-between them<br>Gonna take a breath and try again.