I count the minutes, hours and days, dear
The weeks out of months and into years, dear
I've got so much left to give
But for what do I really have to live?

I try to bless myself with boredom
But I still feel cursed and burdened
Every day is trying on me
I can't say why I just can't be

There's always something missing still
I just can't find my place or will
To keep on keeping on the wheel
Like a rab rat, sick and ill

There's no tomorrow
Just endless sorrow
Give me an answer
That I can borrow
And give back to you some other day
If you would just show me the way

I count the minutes, hours and days, dear
The weeks out of months and into years, dear
I've got so much left to give
But for what do I really have to live?

Effortless days, I rot away
While I sit drinking in the shade
All I want is to appreciate
Get myself to the perfect place

There's no tomorrow
Just endless sorrow
Give me an answer
That I can borrow
And give back to you some other day
If you would just show me the way


Lyrics submitted by punkpirate

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