House legs were a road less traveled Parting in ways only we could understand Ok am I just waiting for my world To come crashing down all around me? Knee deep in misery and My own shit I eat my way out to see If I can make it ok Then I say to myself Which way is the right direction? If all these years I've been headed In the wrong direction I can only befoul myself so many times I am so fed up My hands are shaking I'm so fed up