Long hallways, white walls,
Antiseptic smell, ambiance so dull.

Busy people, stoic faces,
Same procedures, but im in a different phase.

Clock's ticking so loudly,
I wonder if it's finally counting down on how much time left that I'll live.

Been here far too many times,
Been months since my lungs failed.
Who knew it'll be hard for me to breathe air?

Been here far too many times
Maybe next time, It'll be last
And I'm never coming back.