And when it’s gone again
I know that late summer morning
Ill be giving up my freedom in mourning
And when its gone again
I attach my mind to my love in hopes of motivation
But it leaves my health up to interpretation
And when it’s gone again
I sacrifice my time for the things I don’t need to know
All so that one day I get to go
And when it’s gone again
I leave my stress painted on my demeanor
While I try to be a dreamer
And when it’s gone again
I seek refuge in the away
Where I don’t have to slave to my responsibility
And when it’s gone again
Maybe I am too