For the day that never rests,

And sits in idle isolation,

Doing its best to change with the times,

With the guilt sucking life from its chest,

And the vivid sting of hopelessness,

Encoded on its lonely mind.

At nightfall, when you scarcely sleep,

Force your loathsome burdens onto me.

A day that never rests,

For a night which rarely sleeps.

Indulge me with your thoughts,

So you'll always be a memory to me.