Woorden: 20Belows (The). For Better Days. What A Nightmare.

So begins another fucking nightmare
covered in sweat, shaking
all I do is lay here
as the decay kicks in
another night of desolation
an early life crisis
raises speculations
how could it come to this

My blood it runs cold
my head it feels so dead inside
I fell the stress grow
my head it feels so dead inside

So begins another fucking nightmare
a vertical downfall
darkened isolation
inside of these 4 walls
come to favor the seclusion
social life dismissed
raises some confusion
how could it come to this

Anxiousness increasing
tired eyes and trouble breathing
on and on and on and on it goes
somber thoughts repeating
somewhere there's a heart still beating
tired eyes and trouble breathing
on and on and on and on it goes