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It's a misconception,
To think growing old can last.
A blackened soul,
Haunts from a distant past.
So fucking speechless,
How have my thoughts not filled my mind with loathing yet?
Suffering and pain.
The older I get
The less I know myself anymore.
Confusion, desolation.
Where’s the end of my rope?
Watching myself decay,
Everyday I’m holding on to the same damn thing
And I’m
Losing my mind.
Somehow my time will come.
When my hands reach the sky,
The day that I die.
Will you think of me?
Think of me and remember me?
I know you from far and wide.
If there’s no goodbye,
Will you think of me?
Think of me and remember me?
For my caregiver,
Who’s holding my hand.
Show me the way.
Let me be free.
Free from agony.
Holding on to my memories.
Fighting myself to let go day and night.
When my hands reach the sky
The day that I die,
Will you think of me and remember me?
It was a misconception,
To think growing old can last.
A blackened soul,
Took me away
From my agony.
