I’m supposed to be going somewhere, doing something

Being someone, learning some things

But how do I know, where I want to go

In a world so vast, I think I’ll come last

Time will not stop… on this Social Clock

So how would I know where I’m supposed to go

It’s late at night, I can’t fall asleep

All my mistakes are screaming at me

It’s this Insomnia that keeps me chained down

I feel like I’m going nowhere in this ghost town 

The world keeps landing it’s punches at this fighting ring

I don’t want to fight back, I need my words to upswing

I can tell the world doesn’t want to Compromise

It will never be one of my allies

And so I reach out for Consummate Love

Someone I can care for and rest my boxing glove

I know I felt immediate infatuation 

When I saw him hit the world for me in confrontation

So now I know where I should go

Being someone… doing some thing.