Matt
by Swamp Thing· from The Youth Is Sick
Tomorrow is just another day.
19 nights of terrors and the sun hasn't risen.
I find myself choking on hope.
I'm left to find the noose that I tied with my own rope.
Just another day.
I can't find my way out.
I can't blame anyone else.
Progression skip me over.
Progression skip me.
I dug my own grave.
Progression skip me.