Days turn to months and months turn to years.

Every day I need more and more pills.

Every day is worse.

Every day my head screams.

Every day I don't want to do it.

Every day, the things I like.

Every day, I don't want to do.

My head screams.

Let go, let go.

Let it all go away.

More and more pills to sleep.

Every day, more and more.

Every day I don't want to wake up.

Every day I don't want to eat.

Every day I don't want to watch those programmes.

Every day I don't want to listen to that music.

Every day I don't want to read those books.

Every day, every day.

Letting go of every day.