No time for these problems
I'm at the stage where it's plain to see
With no substance to control myself
I'm on edge with the dying needs, you see

No signs, never coming back
Common sense has gotten to you
I wanna kill what the lights are killin'
Don't sympathize, I feel extreme

No time for these problems
I've got a sense that it's time to leave
I blame myself for what happened
I feel the guilt but it's what I need

Turn away from me
Turn away from me
Turn away from me

No time for these problems
I'm at the stage where it's plain to see
With no substance to control myself
I'm on edge with the dying needs, you see

Turned away from me
Turned away from me
Turned away from me

Turned away from me
Turned away from me
Turned away from me

Turned away from me
Turned away from me
Turned away from me

Turned away from me
Turned away from me
Turned away from me