There it goes, it flew past me so quickly that i didn't even notice.
I'm like stuck inside a bubble, I cannot catch up with the others.
The times fly so fast. I have so many things that I want to do, but there's too little time.
Things are loading up quicker than I can unload them, so much that my is collapsing at the intense stress. I'm sleepy, tired, and all willing to give up. I know I shouldn't, but I want to. What's the point of doing so much when you'll forget about them sooner or later? What's the point of doing things when people don't appreciate? It's useless, isn't it?
Then why continue to push on, making you drain every ounce of energy in your body, causing you to fall into the "brain-dead" mode quicker than expected?
