I'm walking on the lines but I keep on missing the fine lines, always stepping on the gaping holes.
And every bone in me is so faulty from rust that my ability to run has gone away,
And I get back up but I've been set up to fail all my goals.
And since I'm no tin-man no oil can help me, I'll just sit here and decay.
Well I'm always walking the lines but they spell out everything wrong with me.
As I walk along all I can think of is the one problem I have with my mind,
I want to be more free but this hell makes me unhappy,
and I want to be happy but the restlessness keeps me awake at night.
I would love more than anything in the world to follow the lines,
but I keep on stepping backwards sideways into the wrong directions,
I just want to walk straight ahead but it seems more difficult at the time.
but then again what lies ahead is full of my own imperfections.
Just let my heart be, it seems the failure is meant for me.
I'll let everyone down but convince them I'm worth the bill.
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