I'm laying
I'm waiting
Concentrating on my crying
Sometimes it feels like I'm dying
I'm hating
Awaiting
Confrontation of being
Sometimes it feels like this world is dying
I'm not relating
Contemplating
These dreams I'm having
Things have never been so low
Never been so slow
To me
Apathetic
So pathetic
Self is depressed
Anger repressed
Something I must confess
I'm wasting
Debating
Concentrating
On fading
