Sometimes the days seems to be longer than other days

So much longer

Some days the time seems to go slower than usual

So much slower



Somehow this grey day seem to be more grey than the other grey days



Walking in circles, waiting for the next day



Caught in the web of time, waiting for more

Colorless days passing by, longing for more



Walking in circles, waiting for the next day



Silent and slowly the day goes by, I am bored to death

Slowly and silent the evening goes by

The night arrives with promises



I won't be mourning when the morning comes

Some might think that I've lost my mind When the dawn is here I'll be free

When the dawn is here I'll be free