Low days that get lower.
When you want to go home
but the day goes slower
and you feel alone.
No one knows what you're going through
they see you every day
and see right through you
nothing ever goes your way.
You feel like nothing's in your favour,
you are alone but not in the way you want to be
wishing you had a razor
but your think... do I really want to bleed.
It's a bad day thats getting worse.
You're lost in what to do
there's no way to rehearse.
You just have to exist for now even though you don't want too.
Jul 7, 2016
Jul 7, 2016 at 3:23 PM UTC
Low days that get lower.
When you want to go home
but the day goes slower
and you feel alone.
No one knows what you're going through
they see you every day
and see right through you
nothing ever goes your way.
You feel like nothing's in your favour,
you are alone but not in the way you want to be
wishing you had a razor
but your think... do I really want to bleed.
It's a bad day thats getting worse.
You're lost in what to do
there's no way to rehearse.
You just have to exist for now even though you don't want too.
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