here i am
walking down the same road i've been
down before, i know exactly where it's going
i know what's behind each and every door i go in
i know where the corners turn before they showing
i don't know what to say, i guess im really bored of it
i try to escape and run away i guess im drawn to it
creature of habbit, a habbitat addict
no matter where i am, find my hole just like a rabbit
im so sick of it because it slowly gets ridiculous
just picture it, the same fucking cave it seems deliberate
i've had it up to here with the voices from the ignorant
everything i give it to it is fucked coz they don't give a shit
and they don't know what it's like to be so cold
and lonely you stare for days at that knife
don't get me wrong i aint slitting my wrists
i just don't you get how much a pit this shit is