Achieving pathos at the last
Now that our time has come and pa**ed
Think of the dreams that we have sold
Designed to slowly growing old
My morning sky has turned to grey
I stumble through another day
All of my efforts to pretend
Avail me nothing in the end
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I tell myself when I wake up,
I do not feel the way I do
It's just an ordinary day
There is no emptiness inside
No septic wound I try to hide
I never loved you anyway.
The creeping hours cross your face
The one who measures my disgrace
I cling to sanity by a hair
Like a drowning man gulps air
I swim through oceans of disease
Taking self-pity at my ease
For hours I'll just sit and stare
The hands tick by but I don't care.
[CHORUS]
I tell myself when I wake up,
I do not feel the way I do
It's just an ordinary day
There is no emptiness inside
No septic wound I try to hide
I never loved you anyway.