Comfort Zone

We both know we should give it our all but it seems that I can never hit the target with my rhymes. I can't get a dime for my lyrics. Am I stuck running around in a circle or do I make my own route? I bust through the wall only to find more and more obstacles waiting for me. My brain's screwed and now it's all the way in outer space. Someone call the aliens and tell them to abduct me and skewer me. Tell them to fire up the lasers and dissect me or possibly even kill. I'm telling you now, no one would miss me. We're all stuck in a circle sometimes trying to get out. It's called our comfort zone. Whether it's small or big, it's what stops us from trying new things.