Tired of this feeling dead inside I count the days I fail at this one task: Picking up pieces of sunlight.
My friends, they casually inquire How I am, and I still put on a mask, Tired of this feeling dead inside.
I wonder how I can still laugh, is dried up feeling not really dead? It lasts for picking up pieces of sunlight.
I feel powerless to fend off this ill tide Of bad habits, that keep breaking from the past. Tired of this feeling dead inside
I have one good day and then my mind Wonders if the darkness is a dream, I bask In picking up pieces of sunlight.
When the day turns once again to night I know I still have at least this mast Tired of this feeling dead inside I’m picking up pieces of sunlight.
Source - Ruth Lund
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