I wake up only to sing the same routines
Double shot of espresso for the terrible dreams.
Fill my cup with honey to mask the bitterness,
Take a few pills to appease the sickness,
Try to choke some breakfast down,
As my self esteem continues to drown.
The lump in my throat won’t let much pass,
So I settle for some yogurt and an ice cold glass,
Of painful thoughts that circulate around my head,
They hover like a ghost that wants to see me dead
But I’m not willing to let go of this place,
I only want to learn how to forget a face.