Spaced Out

I can drift off into space And not recollect a time nor place Alone inside of my mind When I am stressed out and on the grind Oh when will things get better It seems like they never will I cannot keep holding on My mind will always be ill My patience is spread too thin The present looks all too grim I need to climb my way out Of this chasm of chaos full of doubt Oh when will things get better It seems like they never will I cannot keep holding on My mind will always be ill The man in the moon is my only friend In this day to day struggle that never ends I am fed up with living this life Full of endless chaos endless strife Oh when will things get better It seems like they never will I cannot keep holding on My mind will always be ill Will always be ill Will always be ill