was the day

is was the day that it hit me, fell down on my face, and all my friends tried to tell me that, in so many ways, and i still have a conscience, and i do speak my mind, but this will stop me running from the rest of my life, if you wont take mehome, i wont take your ride/time, not everything is right, if you wont let me be alone, i will run and hide, i'm still here while you're waiting, let me know if you're faking, what is it with the way you go, dont you even know your way home?, i got a call from the factory, said i couldn't be late, but i'm asleep from the show last night, it kept me awake, and i wont say i'm lazy, but i wont say i'm fine, i'm just to freaking desperate for the rest of my life, well it was the day, when everythings almost in sight, oh what a day, but nothing goes nothing goes right, i needed that day in a crazy way, so that i could get my life back in range, if i get knocked off track another time, i'll turn right back around and find my ride