The lights are dim,
My glass is filled to the brim.
I'm so tired,
But still so alive.
Half way empty,
Or half way full,
It doesn’t matter to me,
Getting home is the key.
How do i?
It’s too late to call you.
Will you care?
Will you yell?
Droopy eyes,
That I despise
Go away
I'm not well
Its feels like death
But I feel like living
Save me
The one that created me
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