Composer: Michael Bryan, Justin Duprez, Frank Huf, Gianni Grecco
Lyrics
I'm not that tired, but I've grown old
I'm feeling like my friends gone told
Some sweaty bodies who lost their souls
Good problems, I've been told
This seed ain't right, the tree won't grow
I'm in this house that I don't own
And now these friends don't really know
About those problems that I own
I feel a lot like a mouse in a rathole
Until I figure it out, then I won't be alone
I've got no time to be alone
I'll go make friends on my own
I know this mouse needs a hole
I tried my best, I don't know
So come and get it, and watch me murder a mouse
You won't regret it, I'll be stomping it out
I've got no time to be alone
I'll go make friends on my own