Why do the days seem so long?
The kind where you just sort of trudge along
The kind that make you look outside
And wish you could take it all in stride
The monotony,
The loneliness,
The unequivocal phoniness
Of the current state of life
Half of people pretend it’s a joke
That the whole damn world is buying a hoax
They party and play as if catching its desired
But we’re eight months in an I’m feeling tired
Tired of the hurt
Tired of the pain
Tired of the way this is making me insane
I miss my family
I miss my friends
I want this whole fucking thing to end
But it can’t