A mental diary, 18th of August, 2020;
I´m fucking... so... just done, man. If there wasn´t people fucking nearby I could start crying. Easy. There´s like tears right there man, ready to go...

I´m sitting in the midland´s sky praying for a change
My teardrops keep on falling just like the pouring rain
I didn´t know it then but I was in my darkest days
So I write my dreams on paper planes and let them fly away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"
I wish I knew that heavy hearts maxed credit cards will go away
Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"
Thank God I knew when life gets hard I´ll wear the scars of yesterday
I´ll write my dreams on paper planes
Send them up, up and away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it´s okay
It´s all gonna be okay

My mind is like a wrecking ball, destruction in its way
And I´ve been working fourteen hours, just as many days
My brother sees my crying, but it´s not that kind of pain
So I write my dreams on paper planes and let them fly away

Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"
I wish I knew that heavy hearts maxed credit cards will go away
Singing "Oh, Hallelujah"
Thank God I knew when life gets hard I´ll wear the scars of yesterday

I´ll write my dreams on paper planes
Send them up, up and away
Singing "Oh, Hallelujah" it´s okay
It´s all gonna be okay

And... I just...