Don't press me, don't second guess me seems like everything's made a mess out of me maybe that's why I'm still here must have blessed me and brought out my fear so don't press me, don't second guess me I'm going in circles, reaching' for and end, you'll never get there my friend You've problem that I can't address get a bucket full of your own mess use your mind's clean up crew and you mop up the rest I'm tired of always being put to the test You've got a problem, well I sure can't address the mess so clock keeps running' can't waste no more time all that time running' ever gets me is gone I keep the chill, and I am the pill maybe that's why people think I'm so ill if you feel a real coming' on better keep it to yourself and write down it in a song am I fading' in or fading' out it all depends on where you stand in the circle no doubt you can only fly by reaching' sky, so don't so dent fly and crush your problems out - yeah cause I've been in this shit for way to long don't give me any lessons about what's right and what's wrong you might say I'm at a stone stand still just please don't forget when you're stuck I can bet my head strong long will grab the top bill yet going' in circles yeah reaching' for an end I said you'll never get there my friend, yeah I said you're going' in circles reaching' for and end you'll never get there my friend oh no going' in circles yeah