(Now I've left you some change, but you're probably on your way by now. It's quite hard to say, but I can't really form my thoughts the right way. I guess I've never been great at putting my words- thoughts to words.)

Slowly peeling back
Can't feel conscience anymore
Bug eyed as they focus
I could see a little clearer

How do I feel at the end of the day?
When the mind shuts down
And drifts away

I can't feel it anymore
Feel of my face to the floor
Wide eyes
Finally awake

Wide eyes
Between what I can really see
And what I wish that I could see all the time

What does she feel?
What does she feel at the end of the day?
When her mind shuts down and she drifts
Drifts away