Doom

And we're all sick and tired
Of the same old stories
But we won't ever change
We're doomed to stay the same
And the tale repeats itself

You walk your crowded streets
I'll keep my empty room
Filled with empty thoughts
And empty notebooks yet to be written
While your familiar faces walk by
And smile once again as the story goes
Your manners are of the most importance

But we don't think the same
Sick and tired
The same old game for the weak
Sick and tiring of repeating it
The proud stand tall while the old carry on
When pessimists turn to optimists you know all is lost