Story Behind the Song
Based on a real story, this song is about a friend of David's who was going through a hard time dealing with a routine of dissatifaction and disaffected emptiness.
Lyrics
She works her hands 9 to 5
Paid to payout things she never owns
(Downpour on her soul, not worth the price she'd been told)
Mindless routine, she follows the line,
Revokes the inspiration of a well-read mind.
And she feels she'll never make it,
But she knows just how to fake it.
Time passes by; days fade away.
Encouraged to dream, but dreams get shattered by reality.
Midless routine, she follows the line,
Revokes the inspiration of a well-read mind.
And she feels she'll never make it,
But she knows just how to fake it.
All she wanted was a normal life,
Tired of the emptiness,
Satisfied by nothing less.
Lonely drive home to a house of emptiness,
Nothing in there for her
Just responsibility.
Lay down, close her eyes and go to sleep,
Wait for a new day to begin again.
All she wanted was a normal life,
Tired of the emptiness,
Satisfied by nothing less.
And those dreams? They fade away...
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