My mind is always stuffed
With my thoughts and its ideals
That's why I keep the void in my stomach cuffed
So sometimes I skip meals

Sometimes, I skip showers
Cause I can't wash away my sin
The feeling of being washed out overpowers

Often, I skip sleep
Cause I dream of time not lost
I fight for all the memories I get to keep
No matter at what cost

Every now and then
I tend to skip a day
I always come back again
Without the time that went away