Wake up to the same old smell,
get out of the same old bed;
walk down the same old hall,
same old throbbing in my head.
Look into the same old mirror,
same reflection stares back at me;
sit down in the same old chair,
same old shows on TV.
The day goes by in the same old way,
my brain is covered in mold;
my face is ticking to the words,
"Same old, same old, same old!"
Same old crush is too close to my heart,
same old song is stuck in my head;
still feeding the same old art,
same old peanut butter and bread.
Same old books are beckoning
fruitlessly from the shelf;
I can't see past the words on the page,
I can't think outside of myself!
Still pushing the same direction,
and something has got to give;
still dragging the same old feet,
the same old way is a hard way to live!
You complain of not feeling yourself,
which I think you are lucky to say;
I am feeling very much myself,
and I'm tired of feeling that way! |
Submission Name: Same old
