some days, i wish i could just wake up from this eternal nightmare
a true nightmare, where all you know is that no one will care
a nightmare that keeps sucking my energy away.
taking away my lust for both fun and play
a fleeting tought, a passing train
everyday is another blood stain
it feels like im watching an hourglass, or am i just another sand grain

its hard to move on when this sircle is never ending
i feel like a garden, that no one is tending
its hard to think clearly when the world is a blur
but the passion is what keeps me going
but the passion for what? im not sure
im like a tennis ball, but no one is throwing

some days its hard to see. like the world is in an eternal mist
life is funny isnt it? but there is always a little twist