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?