It’s got me alone, yeah,
If only I could play along
And quit singing sad songs.
But I’m trapped in a fish bowl,
Vying to get out.
Feeling the pressure
To make something of myself.
If my heart were buoyant
Maybe I’d enjoy it; swimming around, letting my guard down.
But without a doubt, the hole inside of me
Slowly drowns me out.
I’ve got hobbies to appease those who accept my woes.
Even with my tired fins, I do tricks,
Pretending to enjoy this.
But my patience is wearing thin flipping my fins.
So now you know,
It’s got a hold on me. Yeah,
And I don’t know if I’ll ever love again.