Getting Smaller

Getting a little erratic here And I don't know who to trust I guess they got a way of reading my mind I guess I gotta adjust I got my arms, they flip-flop, flip-flop-flip I got my head on a spring Well, I thought I got you on my side I haven't got fucking anything I'm just a face in the crowd Nothing to worry about Not even tryin' to stand out I'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller And I have nothing to say It's all been taken away I just behave and obey I'm afraid I am starting to fade away A-ha I cannot see through the cracks When I'm pressed up on the wall I'm not looking to stand up real high I'd be happy to crawl I think I'm losing my grip But I can still make a fist You know I still got my one good arm That I can beat, mmm, I can beat myself up with I'm just a face in the crowd Nothing to worry about Not even tryin' to stand out I'm getting smaller and smaller and smaller And I have nothing to say It's all been taken away I just behave and obey I'm afraid I am starting to fade away And for what it is worth I really used to believe That maybe there's some great thing That we could achieve And now I cant tell the difference Don't know what to feel Between what I've been trying so hard to see And what appears to be real Fading away Fading away Fading away Fading away My world is getting smaller everyday, and that's ok My world is getting smaller everyday, and that's ok My world is getting smaller everyday, and that's ok My world is getting smaller everyday That's ok