When you're working 15 hours a day,
Writing endless words, running out on what to say,
you're waiting to break out, on the road,
Not sure if all this is correct,
coz the obstacles you meet may not be what you expect,
at the end of the day, the mind explodes,
Are you killing time, with all that you do?
and are you killing time, or is it killing you?
And all this might just be a waste,
when a cigarette break is all you taste,
atleast the music's fine, when life's a mess,
Practice on end, without a breath,
could this endless obsession be meeting its death,
but its still just the hunger, for success,
