This is the first day of my life.
Need to start picking everything that has been left cold.
Been waiting and waiting from a dream that hasn't occurred.
Missed the bus every single day.
Suppressed from the great beyond.
Believed that a spark would simply break the silence.
Been buried from reality.
And I just wanna slap the sanity above my head.
Getting tired of same old story.
Being numb is a constant illusion.
The sun will rise beneath my window.
As we all race for blissful memories.
Listening to: Bright Eyes