Plagued once again
It's all from second-guessing
I need less suffering
And making amends
But it's all the same
Shut up so I can hear myself think
Guess its just one of those days
Where everything is a pointless fucking waste
And though I hate it, I'm too complacent to make a change
As if it would matter anyways
I'm looking my own mortality in the face
It don't look so great
I can't worry 'bout it later anymore
I think about it every day
I hate I never had a say in moving forward
But time doesn't wait
And I guess it wouldn't come to me
So that means I've got to take it
Every second's always rushed away
I've got this feeling I won't make it in time