It’s the day of the sun that I hid away from
Nothing feels right
But do I bid him goodnight when
Well goodnight sun
I’m ill and I could have prevented it but time keeps slipping
And every moment feels like an eternity but then time has gone by without my knowledge
Such strange places to be where time flies and stands still in the same constant moment
Today tomorrow two days from now it’s as if I’m trapped in this void of
Concealing how sick I am and then spending every day not working as if I’m unable to get up
But I can’t
If only there was a way to break this cycle
Instead I lie here with nothing to fight with and I wonder
Where are you?
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