it seems i'm living in a lost and far away place
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it feels alittle bit like sleep
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no fun, no motivation, a simple far away state
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when days are over they repeat
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i glance around / become aware that this is not my home
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i try to climb the barriers but i'm forced into a room
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a simple scream of frustration / i'm tied and left alone
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and i just want the fog to lift and to be back where i'm known
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[Chorus]
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and i say why -- have i been put away
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and i say why -- i'm locked and put away
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and i say why -- can this be what i wanted
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and i say why -- i want to get away and i say why
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it seems we're broken pieces tossed into the waste bin
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we're all the shattered parts of dreams
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one step, a simple process to get you firm and in place
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when they take over is that peace?
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i glance out there, the population all safe and in their homes
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it just ain't fair the complications that strap me to my room
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i try to scream, the frustration it tears inside my bones
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can i resist the temptation, i feel i'm all alone
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[Chorus]
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and i say why and i say why and i say why
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have i been put away
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and i say why and i say why and i say why
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i'm locked and put away
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and i say why and i say why and i say why
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can this be what i wanted
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and i say why and i say why and i say why
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i want to get away but i ask why.
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Why?
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