Day after day. I've been pushing so hard. Pushing, your pulling, keep pushing. I've been going and so far. Going I'm going I'm gone. Man, everyday I've been going to the same old places. Put on my shoes and tie the same old laces. Get up and run the same old races. And just when I think I pick up new traces. I look up and see the same old faces. I guess that all I'm trying to say is. I guess I'm trying to say that it's the same thing everyday. I feel like I'm running out of things I want to say and I've been viewed and judged I've been measured I've been weighed. It's just the same thing everyday. Day after day.
Track Name: HABITS
My body is not a temple it's bruised and it's broken. I've said things better left unspoken to people that I thought that I'd love forever. I would never, I thought I'd never. Focus on the flaws, I tend to focus on the flaws. My mind is not pure it's dark and perverse. I've done things that can't be reversed. And just when I think that things can't get worse I develop a habit I develop a curse. Habits die hard, the damage is done, if I can take it back.
Track Name: SUCCESS
The stench of failure lingers in the air. Somehow there were better things to do. And you can believe that if you want. 'Cause after all, it's all my fault. Besides how hard I always try. I know I'm gonna fail. And if it's too good to be true, like it was with you, I know I'm gonna fail. The stench of failure lingers on and I didn't even catch the scent. Now who will help me while I'm down and beat? When the curtains fell was I incomplete? Besides the glimmer in my eye I know things will never change. Besides all the trust I had I know I won't get it back.
Track Name: APOLOGIES
You took a look in my eyes and saw an animal. I took a look in yours and saw a cage. Still looking straight in my eyes cautious and afraid. Looking back in yours I see rage. If I could remember just was said then what would I do? What could I do? If I could remember everything done then what would I do? What could I do? If I didn't block everything out then what would I do? What could I do? I could run, but I'd come undone. I could hide and just stand to the side, but I'm not sorry. I could stand and pretend I'm a man. I could fight, but I'm far too polite, still I'm not sorry. I could lie and say I tried. Or I could cry, but I wouldn't know why cause I'm not sorry and I'll never be sorry. Save it for another time, shot without the lime. Save it for another day. What could I do? What could I say? You took a look in my eyes and you didn't see a thing.