Here it is, the clock’s ticking and
What do I have to show for it?
An endless abyss that keeps me from
Resting?!
Here I am drowning from the pressure
And yet everyone demands this and that from me.
Why can’t I just say I’m done?
No matter what I do I’m swimming through
The undertow. It comes in like a tidal wave
And it keeps dragging me back in.
There’s no rest for folks like me, I’m in high demand on this factory line.
Can’t keep on asking “why” or “why not”,
After all, I’m not getting paid enough to be
Philosophical.
I’m only useful so far to them I’m practical.
Endless days go by rinse and repeat.
I don't understand, can’t comprehend it.
Isn’t it so tiring to go through the same thing?!
No respect and constant putting down!
I hate that I’m starting to sound like my critics.
But what could I try to say? I’m always the same
No matter what day!
It eats me up from the inside out and no matter what this ocean won’t spit me out!
No matter what I try to change, here comes the tidal wave.
I’m wondering if this could break any day.
This factory line only wants my life, but not me
Running the machine.
And here I thought that this was what I always wanted,
A chance to exist and be.
But here I am trapped swimming through the undertow.
The chemicals spill into my throat.
And here I am trying to appease those who
Don’t care about me.
No matter what I do they just overlook me.
Is it my fault that I’m me?! Is it a crime
To say that I like being unique ?!
Is it always right to be a photocopy of someone else,
After all, you're just selling your soul.
Yeah, selling your soul to a factory line that will just
Feed you into the guts of the machine and spit you out
Saying “next please, whoever is next in line”.
They said that I could reach my dream but
At this point who’s believing in me?
“Life isn’t a race to the finish”?
Well tough luck because I’m stuck on this factory line.
And here I am swimming through the undertow.
This tidal wave just takes me back,
No time to relax. I'm always go go go.
There’s nothing left to say but I’m burnt out.
Can it be anything else because I’m just tired swimming through
The same old drama.
My life is just the most boring soap opera and yet here I am going through
So much trauma.
No matter what I do it’s always the same old shtick.
Swimming through the undertow.
Trying to make it through but I can’t see the way out.
It’s always the same.
Here comes another tidal wave.
It’s always me to blame.
No matter the day.
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