5. On Most Days.


Focusing on my neighbors window pane.
Maybe I was bored, maybe I was insane,
But one thing was sure, I felt deep pain.

Thinking of tomorrow and all I see is a blank sheet.
Maybe because life is full of s**t
More people turning into lies and cheats.

On most days I wake up confused.
Why am I here?
What am I here for?

On most days I wake up confused.
Why do all the bad things happen?
Why me?

On most days I wake up confused.
Emotions clawing at me but their acknowledgement I refuse.

On most days I wake up confused.
We all know the entirety of life is vain.
But we rush at everything and that's insane.

On most days I wake up confused.
Sleeping with a smile but waking up in tears.
Every trace of happiness wiped away by my fears.

On most days I wake up confused.
They were my friends yesterday.
But they're out for my blood today.

On most days I wake up confused.
They said they'll always be there,
But I'm the only one seated here.

On most days I wake up confused.
What exactly is life about?
Is it the final bus stop or a random roundabout?

Today, just like most days, I woke up confused.

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