Something Temporary

I don't feel like giving in

To something so unreal

I don't feel like thinking

If there's nothing to make sense

I don't feel like talking

When everything's been said

I don't feel like saving

When everything is dead

Was it for something temporary

We tend to feel accused

For something real there's nothing we'd do

Serving days with zero gain

Stepping forward in loose air

Do you really think it's over by now?

No, this is never going over

It will never end