Same Day by Julz Martin

I woke up in my bed
And didn’t know the time.
Nobody told me I was sleeping
For 16 hours.

I was dreaming about shit
That makes me cry
But I couldn’t tell you what it was
Cause I never remember.

Every day, I walk the same way
And eat a sandwich that somebody else
made.
I made a path with all this shit
I’m carrying.
Not even hungry anymore.

I can see it on your face.
You hate
The things I do but love the things I say.

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