Story of My Life

Why do I feel so outside, looking in bruised and broken
Battle scars I get knocked down
Lick my wounds get up and stand in the line
We’re all standing in a line, and it’s never enough time
When your two steps behind, you’re always two steps behind
Cynical world with no commercials
Breading disguise of flamboyant lies
Factory built with no guarantee
Don’t want to buy this don’t want to stand in their line
Don’t want to, stand in your, don’t want to stand in your line
This is the story of my life