Bolbbalgan4 – Dejavu


Monday to Sunday, always busy
Can’t even tell yesterday from today apart
Tomorrow will be the same, once I close my eyes and open again
This is like a Dejavu, like watching a rerun
Only my clothes change but I’m living the same days

My messy room, my dried up plant
When did this all start?
There were so many things I wanted to say
But I can’t think of anything

Today like yesterday
Dejavu

Am I super busy or do I not have the heart anymore? I’m confused
When’s the last time I had a hot Friday or a heart fluttering Saturday?
I’m burning out, falling out, should I just disappear?
Will today be different from yesterday?

My messy room, my dried up plant
When did this all start?
There were so many things I wanted to say
But I can’t think of anything

I don’t know what to do Would it be alright
Each day is like a dream
Dejavu Dejavu Dejavu
I don’t know what to do Would it be alright
As if it’s my last dream
Dejavu Dejavu Dejavu oh everyday

My messy room, my dried up plant
When did this all start?
There were so many things I wanted to say
But I can’t think of anything

Today like yesterday
Dejavu

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