***girl.
And the second hand is marching on
The shade of day remains at grey
The bed ain`t made till after noon
The apathy is here to stay.
The chains of silence turn my head
Commands are never filled
All my words appear so dead
I guess I`m over-killed.
No reason no purpose to move on
To be strong and maybe get it all wrong…
No reason no purpose to move on
To be strong and maybe get it all wrong…
Nothing moves…
Nothing to lose but me
Nothing moves…
Am I a statue of liberty ?
Yes the day is slow so slow to move
I guess I`m one more victim
And the day has not one thing to prove
I`m a failure of the system.