life: a fate worse than death

i could think of a million better ways to spend my time

instead i'm sleepwalking through days while life's just passing me by

and i've been trying hard to count my lucky stars in the blackest skies

truth is

i don't think i've ever felt less alive

now i don't mean to play the victim

but i'm so stuck in repetition and i can't escape

over and over

the days run together

time flies by but my life's going nowhere

and i'll drown if i don't make it out of this dead end town

cause i swear this routine is gonna be the death of me

with the weight of the world crashing down on my head

it's no surprise that i can barely drag myself out of bed

when every day is the same

feels like i'm wasting away

this monotony is killing me

my life is like a broken record still stuck on repeat

can't break this cycle of apathy

is this what's left of me?

stuck in this hell i've built myself

is it too late for me to make it out?

if i don't get the fuck out of this town