in bed with nothing to do

I am lying all over again

but that isn't new my darling.

Each attempt at laughing

is me just faking everything

here it is once again close to noon 

and still in bed I remain

fighting back the desire of motivation

I have no ambition

This is it this is the life I am stuck living

hopefully you found a way of leaving

Behind the everyday mundane dose of pain 

And its endless repetition

at least you left this city still breathing

That is all i long

To discover you no longer hate the sun

you were always everything

I adored wrapped up into one single person

how do you fight an addiction

That is based solely on escaping?

Why did it have to be me that was born 

with this virus secretly hiding and waiting? 

Tomorrow will come and it will bring along

Days that once they are finally gone

will leave me here suddenly missing

Every moment I had been within

Like now they seem so fun

now that they too are gone...