It gets difficult to breathe,
And the lungs that like to hold me tight to the oxygen in the air,
Bind me to the mundane sequence of inhaling and exhaling all the same.
taedium vitae.
It's all a routine repeated in the eyes of my heart, and my heart is broken at the lack of adventure inside me.
taedium vitae.
Say what you want, but it's all the same.
taedium vitae.
The weariness of living.