A Habit Of Rest Brings Nothing

Always tied down Endure wasted breath I see the outside A lack of strength Mind is stale My eyes are sore The light is on I can’t anymore Of all times Of all times To fall down Of all times To resort to nothing All the time I fall again I taste my words I’m bending over backwards Go beyond the walls My primary function I don’t want this silence All motivation is gone I can go beyond this It should be so easy For me to rise above I can go beyond this I found A method of breathing