I’m dying, literally. Try me,
Just asking what is like my day.
And I will tell: “I cannot say,
Because I’m kind of tired of lying,
When answers are “just fine”, “okay”.
I’d always tried to figure out
If I could feel that something’s wrong.
But all my time was dreadly wasted:
I did not see what’s going on.
And “now and then I fall apart”.
And other words from famous songs
Can now reflect this doom condition.
All I can say: “It’ll last for long”.