Another black day in paradise
A fine line between delight and agony
Has blurred along the way
My work here is done
No choice but to move on
`Cause I’m torn, ripped and worn out

Disenchanted with reality
Having fun is just not fun enough no more
I can’t breathe like before
This life’s a plastic bag
Around my head it’s wrapped
And I’m torn, ripped and worn out

The status quo just has to go
Like a square peg in a round hole
No matter how you ram I won’t fit in here
Once and for all I close the door
I don’t belong here anymore
I turn the page and start a new chapter tonight

An expression on a stranger’s face
Brings back a memory of long ago
Something I used to know
Now what I once called home
Resembles a war zone
And I’m torn, ripped and worn out

On a blank page I’ll begin to write
I won’t burn the older ones
I’ll leave them there to fill the storyline