There's nothing special happening around here

With half filled cups and empty thoughts we're drowning

Never fight the current when you're still awake

You can't find fulfillment in a oppressive shade

Sometimes I miss u

Despite the misery

I pry away myself in tunnel visions

which show me the failure of countless decisions

Never fight the current, when you're still awake

Between white pages we drown in empty shapes

Sometimes I miss u

Despite the misery

Wandering around on these odd days

Mumbling, don't know what to say

cause sometimes I miss you

I got tired of hearing people say

"you're gonna be okay just lay down your beliefs"

is that the answer or just another phrase of a fucked up society?

I got tired of listening to your stories

countless times, a tragedy in the middle of a small town

where lies swallow any trust

without consideration, it eats you up

Sometimes I miss u

I miss u

I miss u