Day in the Life of a Fool

I'm ready to be a memory Looked back on as a blurred story A name only seen on old photographs And heard on whispers from the past I want my final breath To fade into the distance, past the warmth of the morning sun You know, I think I've always been a ghost Hiding inside the dead shell of a stranger I want my voice forever lost to eternity I'm ready to become a fucking memory

Submitted by Cyberwaste — Feb 21, 2026