I’m stuck and I can’t get away.
I’m in this spot just watching you make your mistakes.
I feel like I’m glued to a chair watching a life being taken away.
I’m stuck, I can’t move. I’m beginning to get a headache.
I’m trying to tell you what moves to make. Hardly able to keep myself awake.
My responses are being ignored, I’m forced to sit here and be left bored.
I’m stuck, I can’t move, I feel like a recycle bin, forced to take your garbage in, renew it and make clean again.
I’m stuck I want to move, asking God what to do.
I’M STUCK I NEED TO MOVE, knowing what I should do. I’m too enlightened for my own good, I can’t stop helping you, I feel like I can’t move.