Another Saturday has gone without the repercussions I used to feel back when I had the time. Ironic how responsibility can make you miss when you were broke and lonely every night. Oh, it all keeps adding up, feels like I'll never have enough time for anything I want, and I'm getting tired. Why can't I ever get a fucking break? Cut the cord and turn the page, it's as much as I can take. I don't want to keep dragging on this way, but no one's gonna listen anyway. Another hour's passed and still it seems the clock's not moving. Why can't it do this when I'm sleeping in? I wanna dream of a vacation to a bigger city, but when I wake up I'm in hell again. And if every little piece fell exactly in its place, would this start to feel okay, would this anxiety be over? Cuz the days keep dragging on, and obligations got me down, but I knew that this was part of getting older.
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