The passing of each new day makes me weary
I'm digging this hole deeper
Somewhere in my mind I think about climbing
That'll take awhile

New Day Comes
Still digging.

I can't believe I let all these years be melancholy ones
Five years of rewind
Is it too late to find someone for me?
Want to dig a hole somewhere new

You'd be amazed how much downward progress you can make
it's dark in this hole.

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