Testo Nowhere Fast

Nobody that I know understands the way I feel inside
and it's not right 'cause I'm sick of being, sick of trying now, and never crying out.
I'm crying now.
And I reach so high I can almost touch the ground.
And it feels so useless going through this;
time keeps passing me by and I'm stuck here,
waiting, contemplating, getting nowhere faster.
Waiting for something to take me there. I've been so sure for so long.
Forgotten what it feels like to fell confused.
I'm so confused.
Being right was easy but now everything I do I think is wrong.
But I'm not wrong.
I've been buried underneath for way too long
getting nowhere fast.