An agressive nature does not make the weaker man a gladiator Inside this misty circle Well, here's looking at you And all your schemes are undone And you just cna't pul my ideas down Well take a good look within And this is no place for me, Oh, I just can't pull my ideas down! They won't come down... Look at this mess we're in Oh Lord, I do declare I've got rusted guitar strings, man They're wound around my hair And lately these days I'm in so many empty spaces I'm transfixed I see these ugly faces That pull me down... Look at me, I'm as helpless as a kitten up a tree My heads in the clouds, yeah I get misty Just holding your hand What can you do when you don't seem to fit You fall to bits inside all because of it Blame it on some massive lack of confidence. 3 years from now, where will I be? Who will behind me pulling me down? Well I'm curious about how I got to be wrapped around The lines on someone's hand. Won't you tell me realistically How long can I expect to be inside this misty circle?