I can’t be alone on my own
For too long
I’m a wilted flower
When I miss you so
I can’t tell my feelings apart anymore
Even when I reason with myself
I’m no closer
When the therapist operated on me
He simply raised his eyebrows and said, “Life, man”
This could be a feeling
I can’t tell
This could be the season
I just don’t know it
This could be a dream
And I’ll wake up
Get up, brush your hair and start the day at midday
In the meantime
In the meantime
This could be a fever
And I’ll recover
There could be some reason
I just don’t know it
I could be dreaming
Pinch me
Freshen up and seize the rest of this forsaken day
In the meantime
Get up, brush your hair and start the day at midday
In the meantime
In the meantime
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