Black Kites February 2nd
Repetition beating down
Taking its toll on me
One season ends
nothing will change
stress is still stress
no matter the name
Wake up each morning
with a choice pre-made
Go through the motions
afraid of change
Can someone please tell me
what day is it?
They have all blended together
they are all the same
And they train us so you can train us
and what do we get?
Nothing
They set this trap and we've fallen
