I've been a fool too long
Standing in my own grave
Filling it everyday
Singing this same old happy song
Masking missteps with empty charm
Staring at the walls staring back at me
Wishing changes nothing in this empty place
Struggling with a past that I can not face
Repairing the facade of this run down home
While the roof falls in on my own soul
Running on a road
Filled with helping hands
But only one I want to hold
Understanding there is no plan
And this song is getting old
