Fucked Up

this morning i was born and this evening i will die.
 tomorrow i will stumble through without eyes living 
and surviving simply means that i keep dying a litany 
of desperation and depression a repetition of boredom 
and confusion piece by piece i'll play the the same old 
song all day long it feels like i've done this before and
 i don't want to do it anymore running on the spot stuck
 in the first shot these walls of time i fear there is no way 
out of here but if i can just make it through the day i think 
i've finally found a way out head down work hard forget 
that it is happening fall asleep and end the day the memory 
fades away.