One more week
And things are at an end
I am not myself
I haven't been in months
I am not alone
I know it won't be long
The sky is turning black
I can't keep my food down
It will be cold
It will be blue like you
When I come back home
Everything stops
Getting out of bed
Is the hardest part
And things are at an end
I am not myself
I haven't been in months
I am not alone
I know it won't be long
The sky is turning black
I can't keep my food down
It will be cold
It will be blue like you
When I come back home
Everything stops
Getting out of bed
Is the hardest part
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