A Day in the Life
Running from everything and everyone Neither needs applause nor does he require praise Escaping this mess of a life — he struggles to make to reach the ones he adores — he idly waits, solitude
Feeling the misery tied to depression, it is numbness from everything that rests — now he knows what does it feel like, in the minds of those who ache to commit suicide, a sad take at life
They never really want to end their life, they just want themselves to be released from this awful state — that never quits becoming repressed thus it just sets — this feeling of decay slowly suffocating within
As you roam across the plains, in search of something to replenish your soul, that never receives zest
