In London [Interlude]

July fourteenth all everybody do is lay
We lay all day even I lay
And I hate it 'cause I feel so unproductive
The days, they goin’ by fast too
It's already been a week, that's really fast
And we came across so many blessings and
Yet I still feel the same numbness
I want to appreciate every moment
And not feel entitled
To the things that people do for me
Then it hit's me do more kind things
So I can know what it feels like
I feel mostly envy at times
Special, unspecial, lazy, critical
Entitled, lazy and unloved
I’m constantly reminding myself why
I am just so
I wasn't treated like I'm at home, i mean
We freaking crossed an entire sea
The most high goddess here safe
There has to be a reason for that, right?

It's all passing by, by
It's all panning, been a week
Yet I feel passing numbness