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