i'm all alone, thinking how the days have passed me by
i just can't stay at home,
live in gloom while something hurts inside
oh help me! how can i face the facts?
thinking it was just a lie
now i'm sure
your heart is made of clay
i'm wasting my day!
He's into poetry again. He hides his smile once more, gazes at the sable parts of the room and wears his black shirt again.... He's in a state of dreary, plunged into desolation. He stares at the picture of memory and puts his thoughts running again.... He is looking for something. He wonders and lays on his bed, works hard to deceive his sentiments but the tick tocks keep increasing....
Hypnotized
i'm all alone, thinking how the days have passed me by
i just can't stay at home,
live in gloom while something hurts inside
oh help me! how can i face the facts?
thinking it was just a lie
now i'm sure
your heart is made of clay
i'm wasting my day!
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