Counting days, counting blessings, Nothing yet succeed, Sick in the head, New hopes that I cant cope, No voice that came to help, Keep digging, Whats left for me, Nothing has changed, cant seem to ease my mind, From all those distractions, all I taste now is regret, I will try to stand on my own, I will always be on my fucking own.
counting, distraction, cope, succeed, digging