Pulley

What the fuck is really going on with me?
I'm not a creature in a circus freak show
I'd really like to be
I don't feel sorry but there's always pity here
I don't feel sorry for you
I'm not asking myself to do anything
Going places where I've only dreamed to go
Waste my time with them
Brighten up this picture
One day make me laugh
Trying something when it's not been done before
There's nothing left to do
I'm not asking myself to do anything
What if once I started building something up
Just to watch it fall
Pick it up again
See the pieces right in front of me
Pick it up again
I'm on my way
And if you're running 'round
You keep running 'round
There's nothing left for me
There's nothing left for me
Nothing left for me
Nothing left for me
Nothing left for me
Nothing left for me
Nothing left for me
Nothing left for me
Nothing left for me
Nothing left for me