in the days of my life
i find myself waiting
waiting, waiting, waiting
for something
anything
i draw for the light
and write for the darkness
to many things happen
and so i find myself
slipping
slipping, slipping, slipping
into darkness, into death
finally my heart stops beating
and i stop breathing
i find myself waiting
waiting, waiting, waiting
for something
anything
i draw for the light
and write for the darkness
to many things happen
and so i find myself
slipping
slipping, slipping, slipping
into darkness, into death
finally my heart stops beating
and i stop breathing



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