On my bed I'm living hell
I don't really remember yesterday
Time disgusts me and I struggle
To do what I should be doing
On my bed, yes, I'm bored as hell
I feel the hours that are going to waste
I would love to do it but I'm too lazy
I'm being buried with my problems
I feel my body is too stiff
I sink in lukewarm water
I would like to get out of it without pain
Too far from my phone
My arms weigh tons
I would like to see people in colour
I suffer when everything is grey
I choke without a sound
I would like to turn things around
Swallowed by the sheets
If I speak I will drown
I would give everything to go somewhere else
On my bed I'm living hell
I don't really remember yesterday
Time disgusts me and I struggle
To do what I should be doing
On my bed, yes, I'm bored as hell
I feel the hours that are going to waste
I would love to do it but I'm too lazy
I'm being buried with my problems
The hour hand haunts me
It keeps spining, I need help
I want to put it in zero-gravity
During this time I think
About everything that advances
I see them swimming in happiness
But no one listens to me
Is the world waiting?
Will I be better tomorrow?
And if I go out
And if I make the effort
Will I be good enough?
On my bed I'm living hell
I don't really remember yesterday
Time disgusts me and I struggle
To do what I should be doing
On my bed, yes, I'm bored as hell
I feel the hours that are going to waste
I would love to do it but I'm too lazy
I'm being buried with my problems
In my bedroom, colourless
My heart deteriorates
What is life like outside?
If it's emptiness, I'm out
On my bed I'm living hell
I don't really remember yesterday
Time disgusts me and I struggle
To do what I should be doing
On my bed, yes, I'm bored as hell
I feel the hours that are going to waste
I would love to do it but I'm too lazy
I'm being buried with my problems