The day passes slowly and tortuously.
One Minute,
Two minutes,
Three minutes,
Four minutes,
Five minutes,
Six minutes.
What do I do to get out of this?
I tried to get out of the torture,
I thought about my favorite person to set me free, but he was not free.
I need to remember he is not free for me all the time.
Seven minutes,
Eight minutes,
Nine minutes,
Ten minutes,
Eleven minutes,
Twelve minutes,
I asked the right questions to the right people to get out of what the payday plans were.
There was a latent option,
The chances of going out with other people
Maybe i need to try new things
Thirteen minutes,
Fourteen minutes,
Fifteen minutes
Sixteen minutes
Seventeen minutes,
I continued to wait for the response of a single person to set me free.
Oh my God,
Each minutes feels like hours.
My soul is lost today,
Not able to feel empathy to other,
If I can at least to deal with my own,
How do you expect to me to feel theirs?
Thirty minutes,
The madness,
The voices,
The faces,
The memories,
The desires,
The dreams,
Another minute pass and i feel they persecute me,
They talk to me,
They torment me,
They kidnap me,
They depress me,
They drive me away,
They bore me.
What do I supposed to be doing right now?
I guest I supposed to to be running away, counting, laughing, crying, striking, killing, hating, waiting.
Thirty-three minutes and counting, thirty-eight minutes,
I lose consciousness, forty-five minutes,
Fifty minutes, ten more and 1 hour already pass,
I need to disconnect the brain so I am not able to count them anymore.
The reality hit me again,
I have meeting,
Fifty-two minutes,
I scold for the revenge,
Fifty-Four minutes,
The rutine is killing me.
Start planning a trip,
Fifty-eight minutes,
Fifty-nine minutes
Only one hour pass and 9 more hours to go....
One minute,
Two minutes,
Three minutes ......
One Minute,
Two minutes,
Three minutes,
Four minutes,
Five minutes,
Six minutes.
What do I do to get out of this?
I tried to get out of the torture,
I thought about my favorite person to set me free, but he was not free.
I need to remember he is not free for me all the time.
Seven minutes,
Eight minutes,
Nine minutes,
Ten minutes,
Eleven minutes,
Twelve minutes,
I asked the right questions to the right people to get out of what the payday plans were.
There was a latent option,
The chances of going out with other people
Maybe i need to try new things
Thirteen minutes,
Fourteen minutes,
Fifteen minutes
Sixteen minutes
Seventeen minutes,
I continued to wait for the response of a single person to set me free.
Oh my God,
Each minutes feels like hours.
My soul is lost today,
Not able to feel empathy to other,
If I can at least to deal with my own,
How do you expect to me to feel theirs?
Thirty minutes,
The madness,
The voices,
The faces,
The memories,
The desires,
The dreams,
Another minute pass and i feel they persecute me,
They talk to me,
They torment me,
They kidnap me,
They depress me,
They drive me away,
They bore me.
What do I supposed to be doing right now?
I guest I supposed to to be running away, counting, laughing, crying, striking, killing, hating, waiting.
Thirty-three minutes and counting, thirty-eight minutes,
I lose consciousness, forty-five minutes,
Fifty minutes, ten more and 1 hour already pass,
I need to disconnect the brain so I am not able to count them anymore.
The reality hit me again,
I have meeting,
Fifty-two minutes,
I scold for the revenge,
Fifty-Four minutes,
The rutine is killing me.
Start planning a trip,
Fifty-eight minutes,
Fifty-nine minutes
Only one hour pass and 9 more hours to go....
One minute,
Two minutes,
Three minutes ......
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