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Here I Lie
1.23am
Here I lie, not sure if I’m thinking
Maybe I’m lucidly dreaming
Or even… silently screaming
The bed swallows me as I lay awake
No shut eye, here’s an earthquake
And in my PJ’s, I shake
I can’t remember who I am, or supposed to be
Am I alive, supposedly free?
To be someone called ‘me’?
For it seems too much of a bother to try
I’d rather sing a silent lullaby
Or turn to my pillow, and cry
Here I lie
Here I lie, not sure if I’m thinking
Maybe I’m lucidly dreaming
Or even… silently screaming
The bed swallows me as I lay awake
No shut eye, here’s an earthquake
And in my PJ’s, I shake
I can’t remember who I am, or supposed to be
Am I alive, supposedly free?
To be someone called ‘me’?
For it seems too much of a bother to try
I’d rather sing a silent lullaby
Or turn to my pillow, and cry
Here I lie
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