One of those days

It's one of those days
where I'd pay myself
just to go away
blow away

Inside i've withered
like the wind blowing outside
I'm cold inside
i've become my own prey

people talk of salvation
but salvation is for those
those still able to dream
and that's just not me

People talk of vacations
but i can't find no rest
though my whole life is
just an escape from reality

like the end of this cigarette
I'm burnt and falling apart
little left but embers
from a broken heart

Just one of those days

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