At your age, truth to be told You'll get sick of your state You'll get sick of your soul Muddy socks dripping on the rocks And the water was cold This is starting to get old Don't you think you can have a chance When the next wave comes on? Get a grip, you would miss a smile When it's all said and done I've tried so hard to find the humanity I've tried so hard to find some rhythm To hold on to But I'm tripping How old to be your own worst enemy? And again I feel that river dark embrace me This is true, you know it's for real Yet it's soft like a shade, seems like a stage Why is it that I have to act When the script is my life and my life's a fact? Muddy socks, I will wash you off When the river runs dry Get a grip, you would miss a touch When the next wave comes by I've tried so hard to find the humanity I've tried so hard to find some rhythm To hold on to But I'm tripping How old to be your own worst enemy? And again I feel that river dark embrace me This is true, you know it's for real