Cornered again, i've backed my self in and i'm fresh out of time

Too much to deal with lately i feel like i'm juggling knives



I'm predisposed to be composed

But not of late and no time soon

My list it grows by rows and rows

And leads me to an early tomb



Light in my eyes, i'm paralyzed

I've had all i can take

If we get one more drop of rain

This levy's gonna break



I've arranged my priorities

Conversely to what i need

In haste i grab a plate

And fill it with things i hate



Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time

Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knives



I'm burning midnight oil or wicks but at both ends

And now the choice is juggling nine or dropping ten



Cornered again; i back myself in and i'm fresh out of time

Too much to deal with lataly i fell like i'm juggling knive