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The uncertainty of future makes me rather sick
I lie in bed for days
days turn to weeks
I try to think

I try to break the veil of time
like stranger on a barren planet
I look for answers in my mind
space out of sight
through day and night

I want to think that I can choose
the exact moment of my death
the thought comforts me

Sometimes I feel the world ignores me
can't fill the void or
avoid the feeling
my life is slipping

Yesterday's tomorrow's were flying out the window
shining but hollow they were
waved them goodbye
another day has gone by

Again in bed, I feel so healthy
sun on my face, in house of plenty
the hole inside easy to fill
close the window and take the pill