Starting the day like it ended with a migraine followed by some more bad news to welcome back into the day. Arriving at the same place until I perish I’m the first to arrive and the last to leave all while being no present at all. Voices in my head telling me I might win the lottery lock stock and a smoke cod later I’m thinking about me and how not to lock jaws or who might want to kill me next. But I’d rather be myself than be nothing at all.

Lost it once, got it back twice now it follows me from A to B and controls my life.

And it’s never too late to become someone better.

And I’m not at the age where I’ve used every trick in the book but it’s the same chord that changes quicker than my mood. All while trying to remain sane and righteously aware the bus has now officially left the building. You get through the day feeling rough fighting to survive and keep your head above the ground. I hate what I do. I couldn't give a balls because you’ve no idea when you’ll lose it all.

Lost it once, got it back twice now it follows me from A to B and controls my life.

And it’s never too late to become someone better.

A for apple b for blight it’s never too late to become someone better. All I gotta do is live through today to get to tomorrow.

And I’d rather be myself than be nothing at all.