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I don't know how to live
I don’t know how to live—
I’m not alive,
Just breathing moments
I barely survive.
Ghosts of hours pass me by,
I see them fade, but wonder why
I feel so thin, I feel so weak,
This life is something I can’t seek.
I am not here, not anywhere,
Just floating in the heavy air.
A river with no course to run,
No bed to rest, no rising sun.
Am I real? Or just a thought—
A shell of what I once forgot.
A body moving with no will,
An empty heart, a soul so still.
I wake each day, my eyes still close,
The world brushes me, yet never knows.
I touch the earth, I feel no ground,
This heavy fog, this endless sound.
Am I here, or halfway gone?
Drifting in a muted dawn.
I drift between the light and dark,
Between the silence, fading spark.
Where do I end, where do I start?
I’ve lost the weight inside my heart.
I’m not alive,
Just breathing moments
I barely survive.
Ghosts of hours pass me by,
I see them fade, but wonder why
I feel so thin, I feel so weak,
This life is something I can’t seek.
I am not here, not anywhere,
Just floating in the heavy air.
A river with no course to run,
No bed to rest, no rising sun.
Am I real? Or just a thought—
A shell of what I once forgot.
A body moving with no will,
An empty heart, a soul so still.
I wake each day, my eyes still close,
The world brushes me, yet never knows.
I touch the earth, I feel no ground,
This heavy fog, this endless sound.
Am I here, or halfway gone?
Drifting in a muted dawn.
I drift between the light and dark,
Between the silence, fading spark.
Where do I end, where do I start?
I’ve lost the weight inside my heart.
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