How are you?
I’ve got nothing
It’s just the same
Plodding along
The last two years
Is a page of a letter
Talking mainly about the last month
Maybe I’m too old
For big changes to occur
I’m smoothing out
Plateau-ing, surviving
Same old, same old
Maybe a lie
Will console your curiosity
And you’ll leave me alone
Cos I’ve got nothing

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