Today is like yesterday
The weather is just a bit different
I walk the street that I walk everyday
As if time has stopped, as if I’m locked up in there
*Cause I feel like I’m just rotating around
**Will another day come to me?
Yes, one day it’ll to me, that one day it’ll to me
That day might be tomorrow, so I walk
Whether I’m sick of being used to it
Or used to being sick of it
The eyes that look at me the same way
Maybe something’s wrong with me, what’s so wrong
It feels like I keep getting further apart
I keep becoming weak, I keep wanting to turn around
*Repeat
**Repeat
*Repeat
I walk, I walk, and walk again

