From the recording A Precarious Midlife Crisis
Produced, arranged, composed, engineered, and performed by Tory C. World.
Lyrics
My love's went away yesterday way over there
I know the games I used to play
I know the sounds I used to make
Nothing feels good from day to day
I've lost the light, too broken the care
In the end this won't get far
It'll push you down
It'll kick you
It'll make you cry
In the end, dreams don't get far
It'll push you down and kick you ‘til the hope dies
My heart is frozen
I don't even care to make a way
I am lost in a foggy haze
Living for whispers I'm not the same
Caught up in the shadows of endless days
I've lost my time, too old to dare
In the end, this won't get far
It'll push you down
It’ll kick you
It'll make you cry
In the end, things won't get far
It'll push you down and It’ll kick you and will make you ask why
In the end dreams don't get far
It'll push you down and kick you and you’ll howl
Why, oh, why can I feel?
Anhedonia’s her name and that bitch can go away
