Each day that wanes is creeping.
Inside, my hope is gone.
My one respite is sleeping,
Yet still, I dread the dawn.
My mind is growing weary
from these pills that I am on,
The nights are cold and eerie,
and still I dread the dawn
Each day goes by so quickly,
My memory has gone,
And I've grown old and sickly,
but still I dread the dawn.
The days are filled with sorrow,
and still, I carry on,
And will again tomorrow,
For still, I dread the dawn.
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