I thought about the day and the things I could have done
If boredom is pain, there must be kids who ain't so young
Looking back across the day and the things I could have said
The futility of time lays heavy on my head
There is a place dark and cold
Don't get into it or let it reach your soul
You'll get yours, I'll get mine
New rules are made
There's no space to take your time
I'm trying
You got your own
You got your own
I'm trying
You got your own
You got your own
I think about the day and the stuff I may have done
Those thoughts bring me pain
Got to be living on the run
I'm trying
You got your own
You got your own
I'm trying
You got your own
You got your own