Your life’s turning backwards
Bury those bones in the ground
It’s making you paranoid
If there’s someone around
You won’t see much of nothing
As you hide ‘neath the sheets
Just think of the good times
And the people you’d meet
If your life gained some colour
From this dull shade of grey
Which you live your life in
Each and every day
It’s a downward slope
In which you fall
If all that you care for
Is nothing at all
And your life will feel empty
At the end of that day
With that green smoky haze
That stands in you way
Does tomorrow mean nothing?
To your dying brain
Sitting inside on a sunny day
Like its pouring rain
You don’t make much sense
As you dribble your words
And you think that it’s funny
But haven’t you heard
You’ll begin to fall faster
The further you go
Then you’ll be stuck down there
With nothing to show
It’s a downward slope
In which you fall
If all that you care for
Is nothing at all
And your life will feel empty
At the end of that day
With that green smoky haze
That stands in you way
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem