I can't take it any longer
thought that we were stronger,
all we do is linger,
slipping through our fingers
I don't want to try now,
all that's lefts goodbye to
find a way that I can tell you
I hate this part right here

Hmf. Jag vet inte alls.
Det kändes som min insida brändes upp och blev till aska.

Everyday seven takes of the same old scene
seems we're bound by the laws of the same routine