Standing at the edge of the scene
Awaiting the interest to move along
Never coming up for air to breathe
Identifying patterns of where I went wrong
I'm not the one you've been waiting for
Sacrilege among the least of crimes
You may not think I've paid a price
But I've been serving my sentence this whole time
A creative mind begins to atrophy
Or so the relevant public is led to believe
The one driving's not called destiny
Only a tattered, broken soul, feigning "in control"
Stop when you realize you're going in circles
You can't stop but you realize you're going in circles
Where is that energy you had,
that commitment to your plan?
When you face it one on one,
life always has the upper hand
It's unrealistic to assume
that genius will one day bloom
Discounting all exceptions,
assume you follow all the rules
All that I've done is going in circles
You're going in circles
You can't stop but you realize you're going in circles