I stare at the ceiling
Wanting to crawl
In my sleep I am saying
I’m mentally numb
The purpose is there
But others don’t care
So I sit here waiting
For you to call
6 hours
To
9
If it doesn’t ring soon
Then this is my time
Soon to be, an empty room
I look around, hoping for one last dance
But as time passes, so does my chance
The world will soon change, as my brains on display
For another lonely man, on another lonely day
Oct 26, 2025
Oct 26, 2025 at 12:49 PM UTC
I stare at the ceiling
Wanting to crawl
In my sleep I am saying
I’m mentally numb
The purpose is there
But others don’t care
So I sit here waiting
For you to call
6 hours
To
9
If it doesn’t ring soon
Then this is my time
Soon to be, an empty room
I look around, hoping for one last dance
But as time passes, so does my chance
The world will soon change, as my brains on display
For another lonely man, on another lonely day
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