I wish days were longer—
Barely have time for myself,
Mostly spent on you,
On meaningless work,
And a bunch of other stuff
that doesn't even make me happy.

Already at the end of the month.
But, where was I these days?
'Cause I don't know where I stand anymore.
Probably stuck in an empty space

Too much words but all sound meaningless
So many things to say, don't know what for
Want to improve yet keep on increasing flaws
Troubled by my heightening lethargy

Everything requires broad effort now
When, back then, I used to do it all so effortlessly
My once normative nature is nothing but an ancient story
I'm sinking into catastrophe