(G. Anselmo, 2007 ChargeUp'd Inc.)nnWhat am i doing with my life?ni've tried to give myself a reasonnwhy i look aroundnwhen everyone here's relievingnnIt looks like i'm stuck inside a memorynlike a caption, in a picture of silencenit's another night, yours belovednget's a little sick of this old placennThinking of ways to get outnthinking of ways to get right outnthinking of ways to get, right out of herennForgiven the change they makenwhen it gets clearer, and harder, and closernto write this outnnNow i listen, to what i have to feelni can't rely on emotion itself, anymorenand you cantn try, to pretendni don't exist anymorenwhen the change begins,nwhen things get clearnthe first chance i get,ni'll run with what i gotnnToo many times, i look for the wrong thingnto justify everything so clear in my headnfinally, i've reached a point of searchingnso, bring out the feeling, of denying yourselfnnForgiven the change they makenwhen it gets clearer, and harder, and closernto write this outnnAs it gets closer to the end,ni still expect to pretendnthat everyday in some way,nnI'll finish, what i need to sayni'll finish, what i need to sayni'll finish, what i need to say