What is tired, what is sleep?
The present fades into yesterday.
I don’t remember what I did today and like a dream it slowly comes and fades.
The people are never who I think they are, and scream my name like they want to know my heart.
But I walk through this purple haze,
Caught in the world of yesterdays,
Where I slowly decay and patiently wait,
For my life to start
As I fade away.
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