I awake again and nothing has changed,
Same old scenario, same old game
My dreams, I wish I had stayed lost in them.
So sick of my face each day in the mirror,
glass is dirty, reflection not much better
far too young to have a meltdown
too old to throw a tantrum
So what is there to do but lay here,
with a tear falling from each eye?
Nothing has changed since last time.
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