"It's evening, you're tired
You sleep walk, a robot out to the street
Are you crazy to want this, even for a while?
You sleep walk, a robot out to the street
Are you crazy to want this, even for a while?
You're driving, it's rush hour
The cars on the freeway are moving backwards
Into a wall of fire
Backwards
Into a wall of fire
We're done lying for a living
The strange days have come and you're gone
You're gone..."
The cars on the freeway are moving backwards
Into a wall of fire
Backwards
Into a wall of fire
We're done lying for a living
The strange days have come and you're gone
You're gone..."
-"Strange Days" by Matthew Good Band
No Words: I don't have the energy or the desire to write a true post today. I'm tired. I'm fed up. I'm sad. I'm lonely. I'm wondering why I bother. The headaches are getting worse. Just another thing for me to add to my list.
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