Sunken in, heavy faced down.
Tilted sideways, it crookedly passes me in a dream.
Just yesterday I was asleep, eyes wide open.
Today I'm simply falling; fumbling humbly to the sound
of my favorite song.
Drowning in the backseat of a '97 Sedan.
Hoping someday I'll know how to see the world.
Naively chewing on thoughts, weakening.
Rising every morning just to fall behind.
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Why are you writing the lyrics of my life???
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