12/20

From monday to fucking sunday
I’m in the same things
that once were worth fighting for
I wake up on days that look all just the same
and there are still no fucking answers

I only have what this world gives
so I trudge through these fucked up ways

There are times when questions and thoughts
put me down and nothing takes me out of bed
Failed attempts at things that cannot be changed
and I know I’ll keep doing this everyday

Here I am, coming clean
with nothing but all these hours that turn into days
that turn into months
and the years that are supposed to be our lifetime
In the worst case I'm doing my best

We are broke and we are lost
so let's make it worth while
This might not make any sense
but nowadays nothing does
I´m just coming to terms
with the mess that is my life