Texty: Plan B. Who Needs Actions When You Got Words. Everyday.

Chorus
Every morning when I wake
every morning when I wake
this is my life everyday this is my life everyday
Wake up in the morning notice something aint right
coz although the sun is shinning there is no light
I open up my curtains wipe the sleep from my eyes to tired to realise I?ve lost my sight
blinded by my ignorance I prepare my self for the day, thinking this sinking feeling will go away
as I set off on my track the little voice in my head says turn back, but when I want to turn back its too late
darkness surrounds me drowning me in sorrow, coz I know today will be no different from tomorrow
hope is quickly fading soon I?ll be too far gone for saving my soul will go and leave my body hollow
and still in the face of adversity I search for an inner strength try and stand firm with both fists clenched
but I cant find my heart its like the ******* things deserted me it used to be there this makes no sense
so I pray to a god that I?m not even sure if I believe in
to help me in my hour of need and keep me breathing
I pray to this god that created a place called Eden
a paradise to put Adam and Eve in
but I don?t think he hears me speaking
I?m starting to weaken
now I?m reaching for what?s fake
poisoning my body to escape
suddenly I?m overwhelmed with optimism my shoulders no longer feel the weight
yeah life feels great but its fake.
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Verse 2
Its fake coz I know the smile on my face is only there coz I?m too intoxicated to care
that inside my soul I cant find no hope just a gaping whole where it used to be there
an amendable tear
that when I?m sober hurts more than I can bare
it just aint fair
and soon I?ll be back in normality
when the poison wears off and my whole bodies aching from the pain of reality
the pain of reality starts to grab at me
love is a fallacy and I?m staring straight at death as it tries take another stab at me
I?m down on my knees
and I?m begging
someone hear me please answer my questions
why is my life just one big deep depression
is this gods way of teaching me a lesson
forgive me father for I have sinned
this is my confession
I do bad things and I don?t know why I do them
I try to do good deeds but people see right through them
I cant get close to no one, coz they wont let me
how can I feel like a man if they don?t respect me
is that my heart?
I feel starting to sink
as the more I talk I?m starting to think
that maybe I feel this way because of the mistakes I?ve made and it aint got shit to do with no one else
I can only blame myself
its me who?s bad for my health
and only I can rectify what is wrong in my life if only I tried a little bit harder
it all comes down to a choice what would I rather
stay how I am and watch the days get darker or forgive myself, get on with my life
and not look back after