The Places I Go

Duration

4:14

Genres

Rock

Lyrics

Some days I don’t have the strength to keep up with this. Bitterness and apathy call me to dismiss any hope of change, any hope of movement! I can’t deny myself again. I am sick of hurting all my friends. And on this I coast: that I might have more to waste than most. I wish the struggles would end before I felt sick. Sick of all the pain I’ve caused trying to pull in all the show. No go! Everyone knows! Finally, I know: Victory isn’t shown wrapped in ribbons, hearts, or bones. What kills me the most: that I have nothing to offer…or boast. Oh! The places I go! The places I go! And, “The proud are trampled by the poor and needy.” Oh, the pain that remains. Sadness makes lanes, and the inconvenience just drives me insane. I’m sick of letting my strength just carry me by All the times exuberance on my part is just a lie I sigh; take a moment and let me cry for what could have been—if I hadn’t been making impressions. I’ve been giving myself to a fantasy of being well in health. Oh! The places I go! The places I go! And, “The proud are trampled by the poor and needy.” Oh, the pain that remains. Sadness makes lanes, and the inconvenience just drives me insane. God, I’ve got to feel good. God! I’ve got to feel good! God! I can’t feel good…