Well here I go again
Stuck in this basement
Paper and pen in hand and lack of motivation
'cause I've grown tired
So uninspired
Can't seem to write the words I want to say on paper

Well here I go again
Stuck in this routine
Working a dead end job
Not even making ends meet
So I'll dig my grave
Work my life away
Grow old and spend my final days just feeling empty

I'm never gonna be the one to say
I'm giving up what means the most to me
'cause every day is
Mine for the taking
I'm making my own opportunities

I sit back and ponder
On the way things used to be
When I was younger
So careless and naive

I'm giving everything I've got
But what I get is never quite enough
It's getting harder to keep up
Concerned with everything I'm not