My vision begins fading into grey -
I awake in my bed in frustration.
Repetition - I still repeat this day.

Rehearsing those old words that I must say,
Hiding away my forlorn expression,
My vision begins fading into grey.

It feels as though my life is some sick play,
Yet words practiced spark no recognition.
Desperation - I still repeat this day.

This woeful fate, o'er which I hold no sway,
Traps me here in sad lack of progression,
My vision begins fading into grey.

Desperate to reach out and yet I stay -
Still trapped in this state of retrogression.
Desolation - I still repeat this day.

I wake in bed again, and there I lay -
Debating surrender to depression.
My vision begins fading into grey.
Repetition - I still repeat this day.