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My days are getting shorter,
But my life keeps getting longer.
It seems poetic,
Just how pathetic
Life can really seem.
And like the tides,
The days go by,
And wash me out to sea.
Through these halls,
I’ll talk to walls.

If these walls could talk,
I would be screwed.
I would be a required,
30 yards from you.
My entire nightmare came to life.
My darkest secrets came to light.
And I sit and wonder why,
The walls are always right?
And if all the feeling I kept inside,
Somehow got exposed.
Moves would be made before they passed by,
And all open doors would close.

I wear my heart on my sleeve,
And now I’m bleeding out.
It really is all your fault,
That my shadow won’t come out.
It is hard to sit still,
With a mind on over-drive.
It is hard to get going,
When your soul has died.
But, with an engine pumping pain,
This car is sure to stall.
But when in perpetual motion,
Stopping won’t matter at all.

If these walls could talk,
I would be screwed.
I would be a required,
30 yards from you.
My entire nightmare came to life.
My darkest secrets came to light.
And I sit and wonder why,
The walls are always right?
And if all the feeling I kept inside,
Somehow got exposed.
Moves would be made before they passed by,
And all open doors would close.