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Wake up in a room with four white walls,
Shadows on the ceiling making ghosts in the hall.
The clock is ticking, but the hands don’t move,
Stuck inside a pattern that I can’t improve.
Every day is Monday, but it feels like Friday Spinning in a circle in the usual old way.
I am breathing air, but I feel so dead,
And it all keeps closing in around my head.
It never ends!
It never ends!
The cycle is not broken!
It never ends!
Looking in the mirror, but the face isn’t mine,
Watching all the memories beginning to align.
Every day is Tuesday, but it feels like Friday,
Stuck inside a pattern that I can’t improve.
Wake up in a room with four white walls,
Stuck inside a pattern that I can’t improve.
I am breathing air, but I feel so dead,
And it all keeps closing in around my head.
It never ends!
It never ends!
The cycle is not broken!
It never ends!
It never ends!
It never ends!
The cycle is not broken!
It never ends!
Give me some space!
Give me some air!
I’m suffocating here!
No way out!
It never ends.