Just There
I look at the daysThrough a misty haze
There's fog all around me
It's a wall I can't break
It's not a matter of strength
It's a matter of will
And what I've interpreted from craze
Is that it just goes uphill
Now, I'm clutching my head
I'm begging, begging
I listen to what's heard,
not what is said
I stare at the weeks
As they pass through my fingers
but, no, I can't weep
I'll crush what's left in ashes
So, I stick to myself, my will
Who is nothing at all
But just a moving figure
Living, breathing, just lingering
Wiping away, tearing away
Any feelings you might still savor
But every day, like every day
Is just another labor
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