Sick Puppies - Fly

I do the same thing everyday Hoping just to end this faze I lay my rock down and everyone's shocked now Oh it's just for rhythm's sake! I take a nice girl out on the town Maybe later I'll lay her down Into my bed instead she said "I don't think you're my type" But at the moment it doesn't really matter who It's nothing personal Oh I never liked you anyway! I just wanna fly out of this sky to anything That I could find better than this I'm lost and faded I could be permanently jaded I'm tired, sore, I don't want this anymore I'm bruised and broken my morter's been stolen Again and again and again (And again we say) I lye face down somewhere I can't be found Hoping someone will pick me off the ground I see much beauty in the world I'm sick of feeling so ugly