tired of this scene, tired of the same old routine, beautiful distaster thats what i am i long for a steady hand the epidimy of what you dont want to be i wish i could find a way to break free the only thing i can count on is my insecurity and the stress that i feel on top of me from lord knows where i always stare dreaming of the day this beautiful disaster will go away i dont kno what im after and that makes everything i go till them a waste i am traveling down a road and i have no destination im running on fumes and burning out my hope of this