Nothing’s warm anymore, and we’ve forgotten how life can pay. Instead we’ll just stand around, fists clenched tight, but that’s okay. What else is there to say? Won’t wake up and that’s okay.
I don’t wish for anything; the tide paves a way. Greetings push me behind, I’m drowning in lies but that’s okay. Left gaunt and weightless; I’m gliding through decay. I’ll hide away to die inside, just like the norm, and that’s okay. Dreams perish just like before. I’m losing sight of anything I should know.