When I open my eyes while I'm on the bed
I'm unable to move from my weightless state of dreams
And without knowing whether it's morning or night
I try to wash away my fuzziness at the sink, but why is it still the same
When I see myself in the mirror, I see that from putting on makeup for days
My skin is very inflamed
Along with my eyes that have lost their focus, where to go
And beneath that my dark circles go deeper, as if they're digging