Part 1:

I wake up for another day

The same routine of echoes and distortion

The angst I feel deep down grows

It only turns to resentment as it worsens

Part 2:

My bag is packed and in the car, ready to go

The same few words are yelled up the stairs

I’m not ready, I’m never ready, I’ll never be ready for anything

All while I feel like every eyeball in the city is focussed on me

This is all I hear and feel, I’m not ready for another day

But I only have the choice to move downstairs

Another day having every bit of creativity ripped out of me

Only to be replaced with useless facts and information

Part 3:

There is no rhyme or reason to the things I witness

It all feels like a hodgepodge of overstimulation and sadness

What’s wrong with me? I ask to whomever will listen

Only to be replied with a question of equal value

Please don’t look at me, please don’t judge me

The eyes are all I know and I want nothing to do with them

Nothing is an escape for me because this routine is all that I have

The few minutes I have to myself in a day is too much but too little

Part 4:

What are my other options? To focus on a screen

Constantly scroll through the most recent content to fill my brain

As soon as it comes is as quick as it goes and that terrifies me

The chorus is getting closer now and I know you can hear it

The violence grows as another war breaks loose, I am powerless to do anything

The only thing I can do is watch in horror as another shooting is reported

My word means nothing and my actions are worthless

Holy shit this all is way too fucking much

Part 5:

As I pack my bag to go home I realize

I’ve wasted another day stewing in fear

My anger has gotten the best of me again

I’ll guess I’ll just have to try harder tomorrow