Floor
I don’t feel I’m getting too sore
Let’s go for this trip unless
You have to keep your feet on the floor
Have you ever cared about your numbness
How could you forget about your daily trip?
You were wandering all the time
You are in such a mess
Memories keep chasing me all the time / whenever I’m lonesome
There is so much confusion in my cracked mind
I made it myself (did I?)
A whole yard of flash backs coming up and down
Are scattering/trapped in an endless dream world/land
One silent cry and I fall from bed
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