Bus 139

I fell asleep from Abbey Road to my bedroom

And I can't seem to stay awake even if I try to

And every week I have a dream about the sunlight

But then I wake up in the rain, still sleep-deprived

Cos I try my best

But I need to rest

And that's why I end up asleep

And the more I try

The more it feels I fall behind

The real me is out of reach

I overthink about the things that I can't go back to

It's every bliss that I just wish I could fly back to

They say I should just concentrate but I don't know how

I sing my song but I hate every note that comes out, woah

I just want the sun

Before March is done

Maybe then my mind will clear

And of course my skin

And this hole I'm falling in

I will finally start the year

And I hate this song

But I carry on

Cos that's what I've been taught my whole life long

And I'm trying my best

But it hurts my fucking chest

Every message and rejection puts me down

I told myself

I wouldn't write

Another sad song

But I can't feign

I'm not in pain

As I strum along