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?