Penasia

Empty, hollow, hard pill to swallow

You should care but You don't

Eyes closed, or open, damaged and broken, emotions

Are you starting to hate staring at the ceiling?

Erased, not kept, retrace footsteps you're not dead

But you're starting to think that You might as well be

So you just go to sleep

Will you run from the sun, if it never lets you win

(And Everyday is exactly the same)

The days don't change and it chases you again

Dead drunk, boring, passed out, snoring ignoring that You wanna forget what You can't remember

Every day is the same

Every night is the same

It's so mundane

 

That's why you run from the sun but it never lets you win

The days don't change and it chases you again

 Pressure

Can't take the

Pressure

Can't take the

Pressure