into that stagnant hole
that empty pit of fading ambition I fall
one more day comes and goes
softly, slipping and fading
like waking from a dream.
one more day comes and goes,
one little bit more I have lost.
in this empty pit,
in this cluttered, faded town.
one more day comes and goes,
one more time I wish I had left
yesterday or the day before,
but morning finds me slipping in just a little more. |
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