Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday then Sunday...I get up and do the exact same thing over and over as if I'm a robot, wake up (if I have sleeper that it), eat, shower of my depression isn't that bad then get on a bus to work. Day after day, watching the same people leave the train as it stops.
I could be doing something with my life, but instead I'm here. I'm living these two lives one for the people and one just for me at night, I wear a mask and walk around as miserable as everyone else. Leaving our dreams just as dreams, never doing the things I love.
This is because Monday is Monday and Tuesday is Tuesday, Wednesday is Wednesday, Thursday is Thursday, Friday is Friday, Saturday is Saturday and Sunday is Sunday.. these days will always end in day, we're like week days we all end the same.
