Here we go.
Well, here i go.
Slowly swaying
waiting for the arm to fall on 12.
It's just another day.
Nothing to get excited about.
Around 3 a.m it started to rain.
And everything became dull
like a once hyperactive dog
in its dying days.
The ceiling white with brown stains.
How'd that get there?
I slowly get up, get dressed, brush teeth,
eat, and smoke.
I stand by the door, waiting.
Waiting for a miracle.
But it never comes.
So out I step into the pouring rain.
I'm not ready for this.
I don't want to face my demons.