Six in the morning, alarm clock is ticking,
I wake up and stare blankly at the ceiling.
What's the point of getting up anyway?
It's just gonna be the same shit, but a different day.
I get to school, not cool, it's so annoying.
The class is noisy and the the teacher is boring.
What's the point of this anyway?
It's just gonna be the same shit, but a different day.
Afternoon, lunch room, much to cram, so little time.
The lessons today didn't seem to sink in my mind.
What's the point of being here anyway?
It's just gonna be the same shit, but a different day.
I'm welcomed home by the screaming of my mother.
I lock myself in my room, why do I even bother?
What's the point anyway?
It's just the same shit everyday.
Nothing's going right,
It's no confusing.
Everything's a mess,
It's not relieving.
Life is so unbearable,
And I wanna get away from all this.
What am I gonna do when
Life's a crisis?
What am I supposed to do when
Life's a crisis?
What am I supposed to do when
Life's a crisis?
What am I supposed to do when
Life's a crisis?
What am I supposed to do since
Life's a crisis?
