I’ll Miss You, So Long

My sleepy eyes were strained by my own reflection again
Magenta stains on my shirt from last week turned a light grey
Want to get out of here before my skin decays further
But then my mode of transportation seemed to be gone
Just like my motivation to move, whatever I have to do
I guess I'll go change my shirt then after all
Sick of feeling like I can never amount to anything
My time here is already complete
I'll miss you, so long