Imagine you wake up
just like all the days before
Lying in a tangled mess
on your bedroom floor

You look around your room
As you struggle to get dressed
You try holding back the tears
That you'd rather not express

And you go about your day
Each one just like the last
Not knowing who you are
Can be so monotonous

What's the point of living
If you never truly do
I wish that I could tell you
But I have no fucking clue

I'm so sick and tired
Of putting up a fight
What's the fucking purpose
If no one's ever right

And just this once I'm hoping
I can have some god-damn peace
Without having to fit in
With what I supposedly should be

Imagine you lay down tonight
And the last thing that you think
Is tomorrow you will wake up
And this cycle will repeat.






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