the same grey car passes by Whitman Avenue each morning. passing the seconds by. "tick, tick, tick," the clock says, aimlessly. the trees fade from their summer green to a dark, autumn orange. passing the years by.
When my birth-cloud let me go, she said 'Be well' I didn't understand what she meant till I fell I'm hurtling aimlessly toward an unknown ground I tried to climb back, but there's no help around I forget I'm unique, I'm carried by air To where I'd disappear...and no one would care.
I always wake up feeling tired Maybe more like exhausted It's a struggle pulling myself out of bed Maybe I've got a deficiency My diet hasn't been great recently, so It's always a possibility, I guess I really should go get it checked I haven't seen a doctor in years But the lethargy won't let up enough I feel no motivation Sometimes, I'll get this ringing in my ears That'll last for a while It comes and goes, but It's starting to freak me out
I tried getting a new haircut It didn't seem to help I'm just so tired all the time
it was late afternoon when she got into the station she won't return anytime soon for staying is not an option she has no idea where she's bound to but it’s clear that her heart’s already through with all the countless lies that she heard and all the people who didn’t see her worth