It's hard to find the reason why I feel so lost inside
And in my solace I take down my old pictures off the walls
If I try real hard I just might find that everything's alright
It's hard to find a job I'd like, a pay scale that makes sense
And in my progress she takes out all those things we left inside
She's gone phoney, am I wrong?
When I see her, she breaks down
So I tell her that I was wrong
Now I'm throwing out myself to make it work
I guess it could be worse...
It's hard to find the reason why I feel so stuck inside
And in my progress I take down all those pictures on my wall