This isn't breaking my backnBut my spiritnYou know that it isnwhen you just take itnand start to forget who you werennIt's not just the hoursnthat feel so wastednI've wasted more than thisnwhen I used to just looknfor a way around everythingnnI did it all to stay cleannIt was instinctnnThis isn't hard on my handsnAnd I wouldn't care if it wasnI'd rather not even thinknif I have to thinkninside this other worldnnThis may be just what I neednKeep everything separatednnI'll never really stay cleannNo way I can seennThis may be just what I neednKeep everythingnnIt may be what I neednBut it's not what I wantnAnymore