The Faded One

The small hours never feel that way

Weighing heavy on my chest

Heart struggling to beat

Fatigue is crushing me to death

Sure, I quit the meth

Yet the damage has been done

Clean six years and still the faded one

Life undone and stitched back up

It’s never quite the same as it once was

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