I'm left in the cold so I don't break down
rotting a little slower than I would underground
Everyone is against me, so I'm starting to slant
Leaning to the right next to all I have left
I sleep while I stand, just a shell of a me
Already cracked open, the daymares have me
Once had hope, though half empty I still saw the cup
Now I'm only half full of
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