I woke up in the morning only to wait for sun down
And when I look at the mirror, I see an angel frown
The room grows darker and darker when the night blows its kiss
Waking up to nothing, I'm the one who can't be miss
Im tired of doing nothing, im tired of being nothing
Facing the wall of sadness, only to find myself counting
Counting the days that passed me by,
I never wanted the word "goodbye"
The numbness and the unexplainable coldness
The pieces of me scattered like a beautiful mess
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