Staring eyes wide open gazing into nothing. Running in place again. Going through the motions. In and out as the oceans repeating. Numb to the silence. To the absence of emotion the sum of the script. Nothing but a click in the rotation. Sick of the peace of mind. That goes along with keeping on. And I can't keep on keeping on. Inside it feels like I'm stuck here. Suspended at best underwhelming. What's wrong with me?. My conscious is calling. But the world isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm hopelessly hopeful. That I'm not stuck here suspended. In a world I pretended was right for me. Strung out on the same old. Got an itch for something painful. To feel something real once. To remind myself it's not in my head. Sick of the calm coinciding. With sticking in and with the line. Can't keep on keeping on. It all just feels like I'm stuck here. Suspended at best underwhelming. What's wrong with me?. My conscious is calling. But the world isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm hopelessly hopeful. That I'm not stuck here suspended. In a world I pretended was right for me. When I close my eyes. When I leave the light. Inside it feels like I'm stuck here. Suspended at best underwhelming. What's wrong with me?. My conscious is calling. But the world isn't all it's cracked up to be. I'm hopelessly hopeful. That I'm not stuck here suspended. In a world I pretended was right for me