Words and Music

Is there something wrong with me? Ripping through the walls Tearing at the doors of education Not that it's my fault I just can't help but sort Through the pieces Secluded from the whore I focus at the board-I'm out of focus CHORUS There must be a way There's got to be a way to overcome this It's these words and music That keeps me living, keeps me breathing It may not be much But this is all I got And I'm smiling It all seems so pointless The hours seem so endless And for what? I'd rather be working Breaking my back doing something CHORUS At least I have my brothers, my band and my lover What more could I need? I buried my friend the other day And I saw my life in a different way It was a cold afternoon for a funeral I did not shed a tear as I watched the snow fall Is there something wrong with me? When did I become this empty? As I gazed down at his grave I knew that someday I'd end up That way!