How did this happen?
How could this ever happen to me?
This wasn't what I wanted,
Or who I wanted to be...
Where is that golden sunshine?
What happened to those soft dreams...
Why am I locked up inside a tele?
And left banging on its screen...
Who is holding the remote to this?
And is choosing where I go...
Like a puppet I dance pointlessly,
And call it- "going with the flow"...
Powerless Helpless Hopeless,
Less, Than what I set out to be...
Sorrowful Painful Hurtful,
I am full, This can't be...
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