I get out of bed like an old man
I crack my back loudly just to stand
My hair hasn't fallen out, but there's a strand
Of who I was in some college town
I go to work to put on the front
That nothing really is wrong
A smile so fake how could anyone
Believe it
Dying slowly, breaking softly
I wither away like it's routine
Drag myself through everything
Too tired to have dreams
About the future
Sometimes I try to think back
To when I didn't feel like that
I guess I never could get past
The funeral
Dying slowly, Breaking softly, Dying Slowly Again