Fuck this. It's all too much.
Responsibility hangs heavy,
it's like you want me to crack.
Can I wash my hands of this dirt?
I can't define the boundaries or why this hurts.

Bright grey skies, now black.
Oppressive clouds loom overhead
and I don't know which way I should look to ease the stress.
As what I know falls apart and I fail these tests.
I can't take it anymore, I'm tired of seeing you tired
and tired of picking you up off the floor.
Chase the tarmac, a way to escape.
Ignore, trick and fake my way through to hide the breaks.

This repetition will be the death of me.
This repetition will be the death of me.
These conflicts and conversations pass like a dream.
This repetition will be the death of me.
I do all I can do,
I do all I can do not to be me.

I'm sick of hearing the same thing over again.
Unobtainable goals, they wear thin.
I forgot the point, I forgot my friends.
I missed the punchline at the end.

This repetition will be the death of me.
This repetition will be the death of me.
These conflicts and conversations pass like a dream.
This repetition will be the death of me.
All I need is something you can't take away from me.