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STUCK IN A RUT

(T. Beechey)



Soaring in circles

Working for nothing

The sting of disdain

Still pains me within

I'm beginning to know

I won't go beyond

The bonds which tie

Myself to my sin



I'm stuck in a rut and what does it matter?

Saturday's only a lonely reminder

That I find myself here without a clear outcome

I'm stuck in a rut behind a shut glare



There is no excuse

I've already used many

Any further attempt

Seems contemptible

You'll never be able

To stabilize

The skies which I'm under

The thunder is full



I'm stuck in a rut and what does it matter?

Saturday's only a lonely reminder

That I find myself here without a clear outcome

I'm stuck in a rut behind a shut life



I've listened to echoes

Of reckless abandon

I've demanded so little

Only bits of relief

I've ceased to exist

In this twisted prison

And isn't it wrong

That I still long reprieve?



I'm stuck in a rut and what does it matter?

Saturday's only a lonely reminder

That I find myself here without a clear outcome

I'm stuck in a rut behind a shut stare



Somewhere is a dream

Whose theme I have cherished

And there's various ways

Through the maze to behold

But a hold on my soul

Controls my advancement

And the chance to achieve

Soon leaves me so cold



I'm stuck in a rut and what does it matter?

Saturday's only a lonely reminder

That I find myself here without a clear outcome

I'm stuck in a rut behind a shut blinder