these thousands of ways,
millions of feelings,
i thoughts these were the days,
but now im hanging from the ceiling,
who will even remember,
who i really am,
whats there to remember,
im just a sorry man i am,
every day was a chance,
to change it all,
but stuck in a trance,
i let it just about fall,
monday through sunday,
just repeats the same,
will never change my way,
im half way from sane,