we are waking up every day
with so many things on our plate.
Even if the whole day feels empty,
our minds are heavy like lead.
We are leaving early to live our life
but we are always arriving late.
We are ******* the air in
but we our lungs aren't breathing.
We are searching everywhere, we are trying all the time,
but we don't know what we are wishing to find.
We are living every day
but no one is feeling alive.
We are fantasising every night
But we aren't sleeping.
We are wanting more everyday
But we are gaining nothing.
We are talking about living life
But we are burdened by everything that's coming
Nov 11, 2024
Nov 11, 2024 at 7:50 AM UTC
we are waking up every day
with so many things on our plate.
Even if the whole day feels empty,
our minds are heavy like lead.
We are leaving early to live our life
but we are always arriving late.
We are ******* the air in
but we our lungs aren't breathing.
We are searching everywhere, we are trying all the time,
but we don't know what we are wishing to find.
We are living every day
but no one is feeling alive.
We are fantasising every night
But we aren't sleeping.
We are wanting more everyday
But we are gaining nothing.
We are talking about living life
But we are burdened by everything that's coming
