Insane

It's insane!

I spend my life without a plan
It's not wrong but it's insane
Sometimes I feel ashamed
Holding a helping hand

I've hiding inside these walls
Day and night
Trying to figure out

What's wrong and right
I've hiding inside these walls
No one aroud
Maybe it's myself that I should figure out

Right?

There were moments I swear
I wanted to kill myself
But I hold on!
Again and again