Oh shit, I'm doing it again
cutting off my hands and limbs.
And I wish to lay within,
but I can't seem to find it.
Broad Street has so many colors,
but they all seem to dim.
Well, we have something in common.
Do they war with themselves too?
Well I thought I could hide,
by pleasing everyone in sight.
But I have lost the light.
I have lost my mind!
I have got no guidance
as to what's wrong and right.
But you can't play a prairie dog
who is pawn to both sides.
I just want to find me some day.