I'm getting tired of being tired   Let me find what seems to be lost inside   There has to be something else to fill the bland, to fill the blank   And if its all ideal this way--the way its always been supposed to be,   then why does my mind feel completely ganked?      You know it can't be right like this,   'cause everything's spinning around   My head, it's like a traffic jam,   and it's spinning around and around   You know it can't be right like this,   'cause everything's spinning around   I feel like I'm losing my grip,   and I'm spinning around and around   I could say that I'm feeling tough   I'm gonna say, "I think I've had enough"      And everything's gone completely crazy for me--no focus on anything anymore   I know I still have control   But till when?   I'll stop to take a break for a while,   vow to find something else to indulge   But every time it's back to where I've been      Now I can't come to terms with myself   Too busy worrying about everything else   Wonder if I'll find my relief in time   But can there even be anything to find?