HEAT DEATH

subtitled life
as if my words won't get through to you
we say we want to go for a ride
going nowhere but to feel ourselves move

losing days I've left to use
coincidence, have me change
I'm just wasted space

the night
becoming blue through the dust in my bedroom
I'm alive, but is this the life I wanted to?

if not to me, I will point to you

hello world
is this all I will ever do?
unknown to addresses a million bytes away
I'm just wasted space


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