I'm always sick and tired of worrying, Where to put my foot next I don't know where to go Better yet, I don't know where I am I'm lost in a world without limits Bound by my own limitations Do you understand? Or do you just glance, waking on by? I'm always worrying about this and that, About to what to say when I talk Like I have a conscience anymore I shoot from the hip I shoot and ask questions later I say "I'm done" but I always come back for more I'm so sick and tired of having to care My heart can't seem to go on anymore I'm stuck in the middle, The middle of absolutely nowhere....