Dying Every Day Testo

I'm so fucking sickOf dying every day
Bit by bit eroding
In a million little ways
Days spent chasing paychecks
Like fleeting half-glimpsed ghosts
But the resignation it induces
Is what i hate the most
Every time i think i'm winning
I always seem to lose
Run frantically down blind alleys
No matter what i choose
Each night as i climb
Exhausted into bed
I've won another battle
With the war inside my head
But i tell myself with confidence
With hope that's paper thin
That if i keep fighting
Maybe i'll win
Daily life is a battle
With forces that conspire
To turn life into a long bleak
Stretch of unfulfilled desire