Disoriented

All I want to do is get out of this place, but here I am trying to stay.

After countless dead ends, you would think I'd be ready to go.

But instead I'm calling you and asking for trouble all over again.

One day I'll learn.

I thought that day happened months ago, but apparently I'm a slow learner.

So let's have another go at it.

Maybe when I hit that bulwark again I'll learn my lesson.

But for now I'll keep on believing that this body was made to break through brick walls.