Achieving pathos at the last
Now that our time has come and passed
Think of the dreams that we have sold
Designed to slowly growing old
My morning sky has turned to grey
I stumble through another day
All of my efforts to pretend
Avail me nothing in the end
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I tell myself when I wake up,
I do not feel the way I do
It's just an ordinary day
There is no emptiness inside
No septic wound I try to hide
I never loved you anyway.
The creeping hours cross your face
The one who measures my disgrace
I cling to sanity by a hair
Like a drowning man gulps air
I swim through oceans of disease
Taking self-pity at my ease
For hours I'll just sit and stare
The hands tick by but I don't care.
[CHORUS]
I tell myself when I wake up,
I do not feel the way I do
It's just an ordinary day
There is no emptiness inside
No septic wound I try to hide
I never loved you anyway.
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