My life is so busy And somehow

I always end up feeling idle

The more I think of what I am supposed to do,

The more confused messed up I feel

I get up everyday and go to my nine-to-five

When my day is done, and my work is almost through

I find myself still searching
for something new.

I can't remember what it
feels to be alive

You guide me with a spotilight

You show me the path and
where I should be going

But instead of following it I
pull and drag

It right behind me where I
want to go.

My life's not justified
unless you're glorified.