Burn Heart Burn - Broder Daniel

You spend your days

At a dead end job

Where you just do What you are told

And you come home

To an empty place

Fall asleep by the TV set

And on the weekend,

You get all drunk

Try to escape,

Till Monday comes

Why is it so we die just as copies

If it’s so were born originals

So it goes, so it lingers

While life is slipping

Through your fingers

And you’re counting the days

As it seems

Without goals

And without dreams

Why is it so we die just as copies

If it’s so were born originals

Burn heart burn,

Yearn heart yearn

Its so sad, it’s not a life

Its a storage of a man

And Im not asking

For an easy time

But Im asking

For a meaningful life

Why is it so we die just as copies

If it’s so were born originals

Burn heart burn,

Learn heart learn

Why is it so were all replaceables

Its because were all predictables