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Life is futile

escape it in a dream

a notebook full of written dreams

pray they don't turn into

nightmares

unless they are

nightmares so sweet

of flying into nothing

and a future into

nothing

It's really nothing

And you know

I'd like to die of love

wrapped in my lover's arms

but I'm still waiting

to see if they're right

and I won't die of love

or even heartbreak

because I've forgotten

how it feels

just days slipping into weeks

weeks and months and years

life is merely passing through

no one knows your name

what's it matter anyway

you tell them

but they'll forget tomorrow

they're all just passing through

Existence is futile

slipping by

pretending I can't see

the face of Death

around every corner

staring at me

so clear

pretending I can't feel

the needle sticking

in my vein

when I finally close my eyes

Don't mind me

I'm just passing through