Pm₁₁

Sometimes the day just starts,
and on it goes and goes,
just like the one before,
nor fun nor full of woes

The trap has closed it's teeth,
you can't escape no more,
tomorrow feels the same,
what are you waiting for

And then there's a day
when everything goes well,
you try and you succeed,
might you escape this helll?

But deep inside you know,
that hell cannot be seen,
in life out there, instead
it follows you, within