Nothing feels right anymore.
The day tells me to stay in bed, so does the man in my head.
The morning light doesn't shine as bright.
The moon seems to be hiding from me.
I loved to watch the stars, I felt as if I could touch them.
They are now tiny nothings from afar
My mind is drifting through a predictable schedule.
I can't budge this routine.
I'm at a stand-still.
Maybe this is just a boring dream?
The day tells me to stay in bed, so does the man in my head.
The morning light doesn't shine as bright.
The moon seems to be hiding from me.
I loved to watch the stars, I felt as if I could touch them.
They are now tiny nothings from afar
My mind is drifting through a predictable schedule.
I can't budge this routine.
I'm at a stand-still.
Maybe this is just a boring dream?
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