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letra de dive - tormance

[verse 1]
getting out of bed is the hardest part of the day
until i see somebody else and it’s too hard for me to say
good morning how are you, fine why ask me anyway
you know i’d rather be dead than to be in any place
where i’m surrounded by my friends but i just don’t wanna play
don’t wanna talk to doctors getting paid to overmedicate
my head is straight whether it takes me to the moon or the grave
i lie it this way, in fact it just might be my fave
f-ck it, just leave me alone
i should be talking to myself cuz when i’m out i’m in my zone
point i wanna break down crying every time i get home
and no amount of medication’s gonna change me to the bone
i’m reciting death around the corner in my head
with a smile on my face you’d never guess from sh-t i said
nevertheless i want rest without a coffin or my sunday best
hoping one day they’d find cancer in my chest
so i could die without suicide being the end
so i wouldn’t disappoint my f-cking family and friends
but any death seems better than following the trends
of a society that says to be yourself but then again
unless you do what’s done before no one’ll like you any more
so best to get in line and shut it ‘fore you’re working on the floor
the honor’s yours, my achievement isn’t sh-t i just abhor
the f-ck’s it for, i’m not loving my life i’m living yours

[verse 2]
reclusiveness is conducive to undo
the damage done by the day, but granted they don’t approve
f-ck them fools, i get out once in a blue moon
met a girl i could really love the one not the two
the face you see when you hear she, her, lose
but she would choose making me move, argue
what a shame but by the end i had forgotten why i liked you
knew you’d lie so i would feel like i had to hide a dude
staring with a long face, standing in the wrong place
gotta push me to move me because other wise i’ve got all day
conversations turned to tell me what’s up or back down
i’m looking at the facts realizing what i have now
two empty arms and maybe a heart to match
on my guard and feeling about as strong as plastic wrap
nervous outside, i never desert my habitat
my purpose is eluding me i’m losing it like radagast
i’m clueless as to why i feel i have to use the side door
or find paradise, riding on my high horse
it’s he i recant, i can’t see what jesus died for
weird choice of words if i said set me on the right course

- tormance

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