Playing With Giants - Self Help

They've got smoke, they've got lights
But is there somewhere I can go to escape my mind
Is this delirium, my imagination, am I lying on a gurney in an old asylum
Am I delusional, am I unusual, am I at some party at the bottom of the pool
Was I so cool, or did I play the fool, could I just be sitting somewhere
Listening to this tune so
And nobody's gonna tell me how to write my life
Somebody try and stop me from this fight
And I know exactly how to be myself, whenever I feel I'm stuck in
Hell, hell stuck in, hell, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
Hell, hell stuck in, hell, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
They've got self help, they've got methods of keeping you down
Arguing with myself, every night and day now
Yeah no one else, can make me fall to the ground
But I'll just keep on spinning, round and round and round so
And nobody's gonna tell me how to write my life
Somebody try and stop me from this fight
And I know exactly how to be myself, whenever I feel I'm stuck in
Hell, hell stuck in, hell, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, hell
Hell stuck in, hell, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh
So
And nobody's gonna tell me how to write my life
Somebody try and stop me from this fight
And I know exactly how to be myself, whenever I feel I'm stuck in
Hell, hell stuck in, hell, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh, hell
Hell stuck in, hell, oh oh oh oh oh oh oh

Written by:
Blake Benway

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