Sittin' on my dresser.
Starin' out the window.
Got me thinkin' bout tomorrow.
I can barely see the sky.
Green surrounds my eye.
Life's just passin me by.
But I can not lie,
I'd rather be on the outside.
Screened in,
caged, like an animal,
with no place to be,
and no places to see.
So I find myself layin here,
starin at the ceiling,
bumpin that Wicked Shit.
Just tryin to pass the time,
cuz no one is comin' by.
No one by my side.
It leaves me wondering why, the bad times can't just pass me by.