The days go by like the wind through the trees,
While the years only add up to how many times you find yourself on your knees.
Screaming at yourself for how often you wake up hungover,
But after a long day oh how you wish you had stayed sober.
But you never seem to have time anymore,
to count the times that you said life was a bore,
Still you slowly waste your life away,
acting as a broken record everyday.
And as days go by like a merry-go-round,
You'll find yourself lying there not making a sound...