Tendencies

I’ve been waking up every day at eight
Just to sit around and think about the things I hate
Where did things go so wrong with me

Dissecting my brain’s like dissecting a train
Where each piece holds a different issue

Bury me under the weight of all this misery
I feel the same

11:30 came it was already too late
For my memories and it’ll never be the same
As the days back in 2003
All that’s left are regrets

As the leaves die and fall from the trees
I’m asking myself why, we’ve got tendencies
To desert everything, on that day
You left I swore that I would never be the same