Some days I'll wake,
the clock says get up
Some nights eyes open and red from makeup
I'm sick,
I live the same week over,
tick tick
Could things be any slower?
Some
days erased,
I can't remember What was I doing last September?
I can't go back there, not sad
Why do I even care?
Why do I even care about who
I was
last September?
I have no problems,
it's really going great So why do I fear?
Why do I hesitate?
Too many questions,
I should be satisfied Don't crave attention until it subsides
Bell rings again,
I've gotta
keep up pace Time
doesn't hold,
it's a never ending chase
The future,
well I don't want it anymore And I want to feel like I did before
Who
was I
last September?
