Every day you walk
Every day you run
Every day you breath
Every day is the same
And it always feels like yesterday
was the last day you were alive.
And you pray to God that somehow
there'll be an end in sight.
Slowing going insane
Slowing feeling constrained
You wish you'd die
But an angel can only cry
Always feels like yesterday
was the last day you were alive.
And you pray to God that somehow
there'll be an end in sight.
