House legs were a road less traveled
Parting in ways only we could understand
Ok am I just waiting for my world
To come crashing down all around me?
Knee deep in misery and
My own shit I eat my way out to see
If I can make it ok
Then I say to myself
Which way is the right direction?
If all these years I've been headed
In the wrong direction
I can only befoul myself so many times
I am so fed up
My hands are shaking
I'm so fed up