Days spent at a job you hate
Fighting everyday to feel content
Life's expectations pushing on
Feeling more and more that you're not your own
Feel it burning
Pouring down your throat
Makes it easier to cope with
All the things you can't control
Walking in old foot steps
Sick and tired of your days
You swear that you'll change
But you're stuck in your ways
Feel it burning
Pouring down your throat
Makes it easier to cope with
All the things you can't control
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