Looking out through eyes not your own
the days pass by and by
with each act a charade and show
a little bit closer one dies
inside a feeling that cannot be held
a notion that shouldn't be felt
desperate for a cure and not for the life
of hardship, sadness, and health.
What gives to you the final score
the words kept up at night
you toss, you turn, within your bed
no sleep, no rest, not again