[bad word] through a maze, how I waste away my days, 
but the clock spins too fast to find a better way. 
So I live inside my head, and I never hear an end 
and I wonder why I [bad word] 
when no one seems to win. 
Makes me alone... 
How easily I'm thrown 
Blue and whites are everywhere, will thet make me from here 
and me heart beats too fast for the voices at my ears. 
Wonder why things are the way that they seem to be today 
and I feel so detached from the words that I say. 
Makes me alone... 
How easily I'm thrown 
as [bad word] it slips away. 
Now I'm lost once more today.