Sick of this place

I'm sick of this place,
i want a new name and face.
There's nothing i can find to decent this space.

Its gone from my hears,
I've fallen apart.
And yet i still remain,
searching for that something in me.

Do you hide it away?
In a lace it won't stay.
Fighting away,
at the end of each day.
Searching for a way to break free,
cause you've hindered it all,
as you've run into a wall.
Cause you've waited for it all,
to come to an end.

Nothing really matters,
nothing at all.
Your tired of trying,
and your thoughts are just flying.

Are you sick of this place?
Do you want to break free?
Just come along,
just come along with me