Another Cold Morning

Another cold morning and I can’t wake up
Feel like nothing’s worth it, nothing feels fun
I’m trying not to think because my thoughts all fucked up
Got out of my bed  just to get the fuck out

Can’t pretend no more
But I like my role
World’s a lonely place
And it looks so fake
God, I hate myself
But I love to sell it
Yeah it’s kinda dumb
But it’s all I have

When you hear my voice
It’s just a background noise
And this voice in my head
Tells me get out of bed
Get out of bed
But I can't get it
If we’re all fucked up
Why is it a bad thing?

Another cold morning and I can’t wake up
Feel like nothing’s worth it, nothing feels fun
I’m trying not to think because my thoughts all fucked up
Got out of my bed just to get the fuck out

Get the fuck out
Get this off my mind
I can't think straight
When I'm bent inside
The pressure of a new day
Woke up at the same place
Fresh air but a tight space
Wanna move but I'm scared
Every night I’m thinking
That tomorrow I’ll seize
All opportunities and make it
Finally my breakthrough

It’s crazy
I talk myself to sleep
And then I dream about rocking the stage
It’s all so real I see the crowd
And I can touch everyone’s face
But then I wake up
And it’s all gone
 
I sometimes drink to feel alive
But when I’m drunk I want to die
Why all this shit’s supposed to be
The other way around for me?
Nothing I start ever gets done
I want to stop - I have to run
And when I run, I cannot stop
Life gives me chances - I fuck up

“Oh, come on but you have talent!”
“Yes, I know it gives me hell
To know what I am capable of
But never use it to the full
To always be depressed and shit
To never ask for help and sing
A song that never feels like me
Like anything could ever be!”

Another cold morning and I can’t wake up
Feel like nothing’s worth it, nothing feels fun
I’m trying not to think because my thoughts all fucked up
Got out of my bed just to get the fuck out