Twenty-nine years into life Some things, I still can get right
Priorities may never be straight That's always a topic for debate
I've made up my mind I shouldn't be loved
I play in a band, I work when I'm home
Why do I feel guilty for the shit that I have done?
I've opened some doors Slammed just as many
Opportunity's knocked How can you blame me?
I'm trapped in a life that I have chosen
My heart's growing colder yet harder to be broken
Again and again I'm chipping away at nothing