Reach Around To My Heart There's Nothing

I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick about this, I can't make up my fucking mind

No decision is right, I'm getting older and more naive every second, I feel so young here in the bed, I feel so broken clunked instead of feeling near me

No more possibilities, no more rejections, no more needs, no more chances just for free, no more looking back to see

This is the moment where you be the person you were meant to be

Same old shit, Its the same old shit, You can't realize its the same old shit

You're boring me with redundancy, You never learn so why are you telling me this shit over and over

Almost dead to the morning song, satisfactory illusions, We will see when the wagon comes, You're never on so why go on

I have to get South, I have to leave, I have to remove my eyes of thieves, I have to level, I have to roam, I have to make a random place my home