Cracks in the Ceiling

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The lines on your forehead are giving away
How you're tired from running last night.
Your footprints have left such unwelcome impressions.
You gave up before the last fight.

You've clouded my vision; my thoughts are a blur.
Sleep hasn't come my way in days.
I downing the pills like a middle-aged widow,
Feeling sickly in so many ways.

There's plenty of time as I lie on my bed
To come to realize I am losing all feeling.
My eyes have adjusted to my room's pleasant darkness.
I figured I'd memorize the cracks in the ceiling.

Will you let me down gently and reason my doubt?
With the look on your face, I am bargaining much.
Is it too much to ask your opinion of me?
Or am I still another nice touch?

I'll throw in the towel like the rest, but I wonder
When was the last time I did what was right?
Regardless, I carry on living invalid,
Sleeping all day to stay up through the night.

The heavenly bodies all follow their patterns
As I do, but no one can tell.
To make me feel better, please write me a letter,
And capitalize all of the L's.

[Pastorius02]

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