My life is so busy And somehow I always end up feeling idle The more I think of what I am supposed to do, The more confused messed up I feel I get up everyday and go to my nine-to-five When my day is done, and my work is almost through I find myself still searching for something new. I can't remember what it feels to be alive You guide me with a spotilight You show me the path and where I should be going But instead of following it I pull and drag It right behind me where I want to go. My life's not justified unless you're glorified.