Sick Puppies

i walk the line of the disappointed
i celebrate when i'm in pain
my heart and mind can be disjointed
i've built a bed in this hole i've made
i reconize that i am damaged
i sympathize that you are too
i want to breathe wihtout feeling so selfconsious
but it's hard when the world's staring at you
another piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit
you throw your arms up, i get so damn sick of it
what are you working for
what are you searching for
love
you won't be thinking of causes
you're on your death bed and dying
you'll only be thinking of
what you were paying for
what you were praying for
love
you join the line of the getting richer
you keep your pace but it's moving slow
you are defined by all that you have hoarded
but you're suprised it doesn't fill up the hole
another piece of the puzzle that doesn't fit
you throw your arms up, i get so damn sick of it
what are you copeing for