Thinking in circles, I waste up my life Nothing can change cause it's in my design I wish I was happy and well all the time Why do I even try I spent 17 years on that couch in the basement Saying over and over again "I'll find the right reason to keep my heart beating" but I still can't picture it You said write down your troubles, draw down your pain The feeling can't hurt you, it's dead on the page I tried every option and spelled out my name But it still sounds the same I spent 17 years on that couch in the basement Saying over and over again "I'll find the right reason to keep my heart beating" but I still can't picture it You said write down your troubles and draw down your pain The feeling can't hurt you, it's dead on the page Write down your troubles and draw down your pain The feeling can't hurt you, it's dead on the page