Just want out...

Everytime I stand up.
It isn't good enough.
I can't find the answers right now.
I wanna do something but don't know how.
I pull the strings I've got.
I wish it'd help, but it's not.
I swear I'm trying here.
But the answers aren't clear.
Everyone's working but I'm not.
Once again I'm pulling the strings I've got.
The strings seem to be the wrong one's.
Because their not getting the job done.
I'm about to split this scene.
Find somewhere where it's just me.
Maybe things will finally work out for me.
Find somewhere where I can stand up.
Somewhere where that's good enough.
There's money out there and I want some.
I'm tired of feeling like a bum.
I've got bills to pay.
There isn't much to say.
I've gotta split to make my own way.
These walls will hold me for so long.
I'm tired of everything that seems right being wrong.
I'm about to split this scene.
Go somewhere where it's just me.
Go somewhere work and chill.
Go somewhere so I can pay my bills.
Right now I feel like I'm the only one.
But then again I still feel like a bum.
Tired of kickin it here everyday.
I wanna get out and make my way.
I know you don't want me to go.
But I need the dough.
There isn't anything for me here.
And the choice's are clear.
I'm looking at my one chance to make things clear.
My once chance to get outta here.
I have to put food on the table.
And get stable.
With my money and my life.
And try and make it all right.
I hear it in your voice, there's doubt.
All I want is out...