Days, Years, Decades
Grey long days same old stories
And a lot of time to waste
Waste and spent were synonyms anyway
I'm so sick of these boring tales
Let me breathe again
When I look at that again
I should leave before
When I look at that again
I should leave a long time ago
When I look at that again
I should go I should go
Long time ago
I'm leaving escaping
Dismissing fragments
This is just one almost-wasted life
Now I'm departing
Burning all the bonds
But it's so sad when there's
Nothing to grieve (for)
Trash's displaced, and there are no stories
But just a bad aftertaste
Despite all that I'm suddenly feeling great
I'm still so sick of dull and boring tales
Let me breathe again