| I woke up today surrounded by blackness
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| The small morning sun devoured the process
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| It’s always been fun when I get a bit nervous
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| And it’s hard to say, but I feel a bit weightless
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| The more I admit, I feel a bit anxious
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| The more I go on, the less I can face this
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| And those rotten things that live in our shadow
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| We walk on the line of death and the gallows
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| And hope that we clear a path we can follow
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| It’s the worst damn day (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| Of my life
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| I made a mess today (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| I’m alright (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| When I was young, the world, it was smaller
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| The cities were vast, the buildings were taller
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| I felt really strong, my parents seemed stronger
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| But life has a way, it showers with greatness
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| Then takes it away, those pieces that made us
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| Then teaches you things you’d never imagine
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| We all get the same, the memories, the burdens
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| The pictures we made, they still form a pattern
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| They cautiously say, «Does it all matter?»
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| It’s the worst damn day (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| Of my life
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| I made a mess today (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| I’m alright (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| It’s the worst damn day (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| Of my life
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| I made a mess today (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| I’m alright
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| It’s the worst damn day (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| Of my life
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| I made a mess today (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| I’m alright (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| It’s the worst damn day (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| Of my life
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| I made a mess today (It doesn’t hurt that much)
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| I’m alright |