Everyday’s The Same
Raf Lima
Everyday is the same
Got a fly behind my eyes
Here he comes the wise guy
For my surprise, please don't ruin my hairdo
Sit by the fire
Grab your stick and tell me lies
Stand up and throw yourself
In the river of regret
Take a photo of my own self
And throw it in the garbage
Every time I talk to you
I feel like dying
Every day is the same
Writing poems in the streets
Drinking milk from empty bottles
Am I one of them?
Sit by the fire
Grab your stick and tell me lies
Lies that I can lie about
We're all the same
Every time I talk to you I runaway
Take a photo of my own self
And throw it in the garbage
Every time I talk to you
I feel like dying
I get you, no one with you
There's no way to runaway from this
Am I serious? You're fucked up
Just tell me why