My days are like a record, its broken so it
repetes, my days repete more than i can
count, its for me to recignize what the day
is, everyday is the same crap over and over
and over agian, i cant escape it, the record
never stops spinning, the days should turn
but they dont, im held captive in my own
mind, wanting to break free with out a
prayer, impossible, inconsivable, no hope,
no hope for my life to go on, but wait,
i see someone i thought i had lost, i then
had hope for my life, but not for the days
of my life, the days seem very hopless, an
uncertain future, the record is still
broken and still playing, but will soon be
stoped and replaced soon in this empty
life of uncertainty that consumes me...