The story of my life has started to stale with age
But it's hard to move on with a bookmark stuck to the same page
There's more to life than this, but we have been coerced
To quit while you're ahead you've got to get there first
The winds of change blew me through the motions
My view on life has succumb to corrosion
I've lost sight of who I used to be, blinded by force fed beliefs
I've had to sit back and see this through to the end
Even though I've wished it never began
I'm cemented by rehashed exposition
Waiting for the plot to be rewritten
The story of my life has gotten stale with age
But it's hard to move on with a bookmark stuck to the same page
There's more to life than this, but we have been coerced
To quit while you're ahead you've got to get there first
This is the manifestation of everything I cannot put to words
Can the pages even still be turned if the numbers have been blurred?