i am more than this machine.
everyday it's all the same.
tension rising, depression setting in.
every minute seems to drag on endlessly
and yet my days are so f**ing fleeting.
if time is where we talk, we're all f**ed.
the good ol' days are long since past
but i'll do my best to make them f**ing last.
so f** this deer in head lights mentality.
i'm not giving up so easy.