My feet hit the pavement I listen with every inch of my body

But maybe it's the clock that laughs at me Time is a virtue, and I'm a virtuoso
So, remove all the stitches from your self-addiction
It's too bad, your too late, take me home

Tick-Tock belongs to these gods; give me clearance
We're merely getting by on fortune, (Sleeping keeps the fortunate alive)

I walk for miles Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place,
Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending,

Surrounded by a group of actors who call themselves your friends
Every night, they put on a show; Their personalities are just an act
Cut and paste beliefs and feelings to look good in the spotlight,
But I leave before intermission

I walk for miles Distance seems comforting, but I'm walking in place,
Bolted to a life that is nothing more to me than pretending,

I try to find myself, to put back together these pieces,
Only to realize there were never any pieces to begin with
I stand in the middle of a group of people and blankly agree with the entire conversation
On the inside I am screaming,

"Who are these people, and why are they pretending to be my friends?"
Sometimes, it hurts so bad that I clench my stomach and brace myself

Oh yeah, by the way, everything you ever thought, everyone you ever thought you knew,
It was a lie; we're all alone There is nothing left to do but turn the page,
Stare at the blank sheet in all it's glory, and begin all over again for real this time