It's A Monument. Something You Can't Shake, Even When You've Shaken It

I keep letting the air escape my lungs
When will I find time where it won't at all

My arms won't stop shaking
I guess I'm cold or something

Oh

It's like a big black cloud
And I don't know where the sun will go down
Afterall it's all hereditary now
I'm trying to face the big black death

There's no way I'll escape this one
It's an endless thought of dissapointment
Life is unfair
And that's okay
At least I think that's okay
I'm pretty sure that's okay

There's no way

All of these moments
Comes crashing down
I can't think straight at all with my legs bent like this
I know

Wait for all that isn't what would be if I
Wait for all I know

If I tried