Why is everyone always trying to bring me down
I feel like I'm always on the ground
I try so hard to succeed
thats a different story
Bleeding on the ground
Trying to think it over
What happened why have I died?
Maybe I should think it over
And paint it a different color
Every obstacle gets in my way
I have hope under this gray
Is my days just simple, or is it just me?
Am I eccentric, or am I crazy?
Trying to act up for everyone
I am the monkey and you are the crowd
Twisting the handle on the box all around
Trying to hear the cheers from the crowd
Clear out your mind
Think it over
Look all around
Think of what you have
And now you know
To just deal with it and let it go
