NOTHING MOVES.

***girl.

And the second hand is marching on

The shade of day remains at grey

The bed ain`t made till after noon

The apathy is here to stay.

The chains of silence turn my head

Commands are never filled

All my words appear so dead

I guess I`m over-killed.

No reason no purpose to move on

To be strong and maybe get it all wrong...

No reason no purpose to move on

To be strong and maybe get it all wrong...

Nothing moves...

Nothing to lose but me

Nothing moves...

Am I a statue of liberty ?

Yes the day is slow so slow to move

I guess I`m one more victim

And the day has not one thing to prove

I`m a failure of the system.