I can’t feel what I’m choosing not to
So why bother getting up
If today is the same as last
My thoughts don’t matter as nothing comes to pass
We all end the same as we began
Night goes to day and comes again
I close my eyes but I don’t sleep
Made-up colors fill my dreams
I can’t swallow it anymore
Loud noises are all I taste
Silence is a forbidden treat
White noise and the sound of falling clouds
We all end the same as we began
Night goes to day and comes again
I close my eyes but I don’t sleep
Made-up colors fill my dreams
Ask me how I’m feeling
Loosely say that I feel fine
Fine means so much more
Just another four-letter word
I want to get away but
I feel like I should stay
In need of an escape
Life and death are one in the same
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