Another morning and my feet hit the floor, still half alseep as i slump out the door I am now the zombie i swore i'd never become, i try to give a f** but its the same sh** over again. Over and over again.
Seconds, minutes, days, months, years all blur together, leavin' me here. We put up with this bullsh** only just to survive. But are we even living? Or are we just stayin' alive?