So over this.
Same old faces
Same old places
When will things pick up their paces?
Cause I'm tired of the same old things
When the only thing that's different is the day of the week
I look around me and it makes me sick
I'm tired of being nice
Sometimes I just want to be a prick
Cause this place is starting to get old
So old, I can already see the mold
Sometimes I feel alone
It's hard to call this place home
But it's hard too when you don't know what to do
You just sit around waiting for something good to come along
Like maybe a friend or a really good song
But in those moments where you wait
It's the...
Same old faces
Same old places
And sometimes things come at the slowest paces
-yours truly