Good Morning To The Girl I Used To Be


Good morning
And good night,
With every passing hour
The wrong feels so more
Right.

Here I wait for time to move
And yet here I remain,
There is no rest for the doomed
Nothing to lose, nothing to
Gain.

Waking up is hard to do
When nobody cares about your rise,
But morning calls don’t really matter
For in the end, everyone
Dies.

Good Morning To The Girl I Used To Be

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