It's 218 and I'm listening To the hum of the heater That isn't truly working I'm busy setting the scene For the supreme turnaround of me Cause waiting every day in this room Can be a bit crippling Waiting on a big break Somebody sell me another A better somewhere Then pick me up and take me there I blindly... Feel incomplete But not beaten Not broken down I'm ready to be better To shake the patterns That lead me around I blindly.