كلمات Inertia

Counting hours turned to days I can't reclaim Praying for time to remain All these demands on my attention All these appeals to my energy I have nothing to give Through the night I hear whispers calling my name Oh, the comfort of safety is my shame I am afraid I have nothing to offer All of my strength is exhausted by the thought of it Counting hours turned to days I can't reclaim Grieving for time thrown away Why is complacency the convention? I have conceded to apathy Paralyzed by inertia Fear of failure breeds dissension Between the ache that's inside of me And the weight of depravity