Closer
I have no desire to wake up in the morning
I hope for an eternal dream
away from the world
But my dream never comes
I think my brain makes me wake up
wishing that today I'll be on another world
as a different person
with a different life
A better life
A better place
A better person
But I'm always me,
the depressed
suicidal mess-up from nowhere
Time passes
nothing changes
I'll wake up tomorrow
and I'll be 40
In the same town
with the same people
and the same problems
This is my life.
Copyright © Marcus Jones | Year Posted 2006
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