When 7 o’clock comes,
And you can’t make the call,
When you try to go on,
But feel lost in it all.
Where everything changes,
In the blink of an eye,
Where you can’t find your place,
No matter how hard you try.
How do you keep moving,
When you've lost your stride,
How do you face every day,
Knowing something has died?
Why can’t it be simple?
Why can’t you ever feel whole?
Why is the pain never-ending,
That you feel in the depth of your soul?
TLA
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