Wakin up, then sleepin,
walkin, and listenin
This is my life now
Going back and forth
Repeating it, don't even know how
But does it really cost the worth ?
7am, already awake
7am, already havin a headach
Throwin up every morning
Quietly, to not wake up anybody
That is what my life has been
Not for the last weeks but for the last months
Keeping it for myself, shutting many mouths.
It's been a little less than a year
Depression is what I wear
All black every single day
I've been plunged into mourning, into someone death
I don't want to talk alot
Cuz on my road to eighteen
I am not really feeling it
All i am becoming is a ghost
Wakin up, then sleepin,
Walkin, and listenin
This is my life now
Going back and forth
Repeating it, don't even know how
But does it really cost the worth ?