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Is there always a perfect ending in life?

There’s a light bulb dangling from string
It’s slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade

So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their names
And you’re still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kinda sign that says we’re OK
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break.

So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow

I hope you’re learning to listen
And I hope you’re learning to stay
And I hope you find what you’re missing
And I hope that you’re making you’re way
I’m a headcase if I don’t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don’t sit still
It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching
It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill

Insomnia's back for me once again. School has been stressing me out recently, so much pressure, so many revision yet so little time. I'm drained. There has been so many things on my mind recently, the game has finally started, I'm going to play it with ya'll but I'll play it smartly unlike really childish and jealous people who tries to make others miserable but yet still fails at it. Go ahead and envy me, I'm happy to entertain you guys :) It is true, what is there to compete?

I feel terrible..
Promised not to argue anymore but why are you back for more?
But things has changed...

Is there always a perfect ending in life?

There’s a light bulb dangling from string
It’s slowly swaying up over my head now
As I jot down the words that’ll never be sung
And wait for my headache to numb
And the wind sounds as if the world’s sighing
And the moon’s just a torn fingernail
As the TV flickers and hums by the wall
And I wait for my eyesight to fade

So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow

And the bright-eyed choke on ambition
And the old folks circle their graves
And the young ones are busy destroying their names
And you’re still just wasting away.
I sit and watch the screen for a message
Some kinda sign that says we’re OK
But the screen stays blank till I turn the thing off
And wait for my conscience to break.

So, So, So
It’s so damn slow
So, So, So
It’s so damn slow

I hope you’re learning to listen
And I hope you’re learning to stay
And I hope you find what you’re missing
And I hope that you’re making you’re way
I’m a headcase if I don’t keep moving
And my head hurts if I don’t sit still
It’s an itch that I’ll never stop scratching
It’s a hole that I’ll never quite fill

Insomnia's back for me once again. School has been stressing me out recently, so much pressure, so many revision yet so little time. I'm drained. There has been so many things on my mind recently, the game has finally started, I'm going to play it with ya'll but I'll play it smartly unlike really childish and jealous people who tries to make others miserable but yet still fails at it. Go ahead and envy me, I'm happy to entertain you guys :) It is true, what is there to compete?

I feel terrible..
Promised not to argue anymore but why are you back for more?
But things has changed...