Coming To Grips Testo

Sick of fightingTired of trying
Sticking to my sheets
And I watch as time goes by
It's nothing but time to think, and I wonder
It's been twenty one years in the making
Twenty one years of wasting time
The only happiness I get
Is by watching channels between the lines
Can't take it anymore
Got to get my stupid life off the floor
So many girls walk by
Maybe I'd have a chance if I tried
Sturdy wristed
Why am I existing?
Future's hard to see
Because I'm slowly going blind
This time I think I'm going under