I'm stuck, I can't move.
Yet I walk myself to a job, that I don't enjoy
I'm stuck, I can't move.
Yet I work hard at my job, as it slowly consumes me.
I'm stuck, I can't move.
Yet I walk myself back to my apartment through a city that I hate.
I'm stuck, I can't move.
Yet I flip a switch, as a dim light barely illuminates the room.
I'm stuck, I can't move.
Yet I microwave my frozen dinner, to let it cook.
I'm stuck, I can't move.
Yet I sit in sorrow, watching a show that doesn't bring me any joy.
I'm stuck, I can't move.
Yet I cry myself to sleep, knowing I'll be stuck tomorrow too.