There is not a lot left that motivates me
I wake up each morning wondering if today will be any different from yesterday
And I go to sleep each night trying to forget just how similar it ended up turning out
I see no end in sight for a long time
And no forecast of change
The only thing that keeps me going is a memory
When I would look at you, and get that lump in my throat
As if on the verge of not being able to breath
Or perhaps like five seconds before starting to weep
It's a memory that reminds me that I once felt truly alive
That perhaps one day I'll feel alive again for someone else
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