Breath 123 breath 123
stuck in a whirlpool.
It's misery.
Here comes my midnight anxiety.

Alone and cold.
The blankets don't work.
Shivers run down the spine.
Dark circles and heavy eyes
I've still got a 9 to 5.

I was fine before doing work from home.
My excuses can't last long,
I can lie and say that I belong.
but maybe they won't notice anymore.
Apart from the gossip and games,
It's just my daily episode.

I'm not depressed.
It's just the misery of the song.
Why do the words make me feel like I belong?
speak a language I understand.
the frequency I match,

But I will still greet you anyway.
a fake smile and a determined face.
A new hope for a new day
But I know it won't be long.
After all, I still have that song.

- SPN
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