Same shit, different day
Descending
Round and round and never ending
I’m falling
Tornado
Of my making
I’m shaking
But breathing
Still seething but I’m making up God’s to believe in
Where is the reason
Why do I try
Every fucking day I fucking break down and fucking cry
Ask myself why
Every week
Every year
Fuck a river I’ll give you an ocean of my tears
Fuck a sunrise my horizon’s looking bleak
Week after week all I feel is weak
Streaks of rage
Punctuate every page
All I have to differentiate day from day
Day to night
A discretion slight
Couldn’t tell you the last time I saw the light
Pray as I might
What can I do besides recite
The script that is my life
Which I play out on stage
Rearrange
Again and again and again
New scene
Same name
Same brain
Same pain
Some might say
Same shit
Different day
