Bus 139

I fell asleep from Abbey Road to my bedroom
And I can't seem to stay awake even if I try to
And every week I have a dream about the sunlight
But then I wake up in the rain, still sleep-deprived

Cos I try my best
But I need to rest
And that's why I end up asleep

And the more I try
The more it feels I fall behind
The real me is out of reach

I overthink about the things that I can't go back to
It's every bliss that I just wish I could fly back to
They say I should just concentrate but I don't know how
I sing my song but I hate every note that comes out, woah

I just want the sun
Before March is done
Maybe then my mind will clear

And of course my skin
And this hole I'm falling in
I will finally start the year

And I hate this song
But I carry on
Cos that's what I've been taught my whole life long

And I'm trying my best
But it hurts my fucking chest
Every message and rejection puts me down

I told myself
I wouldn't write
Another sad song

But I can't feign
I'm not in pain
As I strum along