My life is so busy And somehow
I always end up feeling idle
The more I think of what I am supposed to do
The more confused messed up I feel
I get up everyday and go to my nine-to-five
When my day is done, and my work is almost through
I find myself still searching
For something new
I cant remember what it
Feels to be alive
You guide me with a spotilight
You show me the path and
Where I should be going
But instead of following it I
Pull and drag
It right behind me where I
Want to go
My lifes not justified
Unless youre glorified