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 %#@! 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