Dead End

Which way do I go I'm lost in
My own thoughts, all the peices
Are scattered where is the box
With instructions that point my
Path away from destruction
Like words I give up, ill never make
It with negative thoughts like this  I'm never
Gonna leave my mothers basement,
And what I fear the most is a man
Lying on concert floor holding  a sign
Reaching his cup for dimes in nickles
Even food if they spare a crum here in
And there I hope its enough to stay alive
But my will power is near its demise
Unless I change my faith thats coming
To a dead end.