making progress seems the hardest thing, when every morning is so grey and today is just the same as every other for weeks.       these days are dark for you, and i wish i could see through, your defence and this fence you've built all around. because talking isn't working, things stay the same.       making progress is still the hardest thing. your mornings are still grey, but clear enough but clear enough to see that nothings changed its still the same.      these days are dark for you, and i wish i could see through, your defence and this fence you've built all around. because talking isn't working, things stay the same.      these days are dark for you, and i wish i could see through, your defence and this fence you've built all around. because talking isn't working, things stay the same.