Here I am, sitting on the floor Thinking about my life, you know? Wondering what I can do feeling a breeze in my face Sunlight heating my brain I know I should stand up and face the world But somehow I feel like I’m stuck So lazy to get up. Am I made of stone? Well let me go back to my thoughts But inside my head hangs a mist Wish I could clean it with my own fist Many many many many things to do Then after a long time I’m tired of doing nothing Now I hit the road hearing my steps on the floor Staring at my face on windows showing who I am Find myself all alone looking for a place to go It’s impossible to reach the stars from down here Here I am, who am I? Can I say what’s really right? What I’m doing with all my life I think its better start again