Everything right now to me feel like a chore. Getting out of bed, eating, dressing–it all seems like a monotonous chain of events with no end. And today is Sunday. Usually Sunday provides a break from the routine. But not today it is still more of the same. I need something mystical in my life.
Today is the same, It's all in my brain. I'm doing it all over, Again and again. I just need a change. Something to bring rain. Get me out of this desert Of fear and pain. I won't give up, I'll make it through, Something mystical awaits, When I meet you.