hindsights - sleep therapy | Текст песни

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Constantly waiting for things to get better.
The past six months have been dire.
Surely this is not what I need to survive?
A life of lows for so little reward.

Feelings out of the equation, it’s taking it is toll on my body.

My eyes are going red and I’m tired of concentrating.
My time spent here is racing against the clock,
Getting through each day is becoming harder.