Your vision's blurred, your mouth is dry. It is Sunday, just another Sunday. Your body aches, your conscience sleeps. It is Sunday, just another Sunday.
I don't make everyone happy. But it's okay. (It's okay). And it's okay. (It's okay). I've been through this before. It's nothing new. (It's nothing new).
i'm starting from scratch. i'm putting the pieces together. day by day.. one by one.. i'm the only one. my surroundings affect the structure.. of my state of mind.