Any Other 5.47 P.M.
I sat on a park-bench, lookin' the scenery
I chew the fat with myself, surfin' in my mind
Not an achiever but the time passes by
I still have the same flu, but not the same bike
I need to get back to live again, feeling the pressure gone
To feel my back being scratched by another one
Should I care about dirty words spat on my face
Every time my background occupies my space?
Yeah, I'm not gonna burn myself with hatred
Not even once, I need some time to fix me up
I will try to keep the guilt separated
From my temptation of blaming it all on me
Weirdo
Underrated
Boredom overwhelms me
And the days seem like they're stuck
Brand new false start
Every morning
I'm tired of feeling lonely
On the outside there's a crowd
Yeah, I'm not gonna burn myself with hatred
Not even once, I need some time to fix me up
I will try to keep the guilt separated
From my temptation of blaming it all on me
5.47 pm
Is the time of the vent
Kinda blossom every time I can
And the harshness comes to melt
