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Dear Insomnia
Its two am and your knock knock knocking at my door again,
or was that the drums in my head? Doors creak and floor boards groun
The walls are spinning and the floor is rolling shapes slipping out of sight,
forming only in my head.
Crawling up the stairs and oozing under doors slipping into bed with me,
your not wanted here I yell but the only one who hears is me.
Taking over my thoughts and controlling my mind, It's past five now and your still here, the pounding has gotten louder, but your already in
or was that the drums in my head? Doors creak and floor boards groun
The walls are spinning and the floor is rolling shapes slipping out of sight,
forming only in my head.
Crawling up the stairs and oozing under doors slipping into bed with me,
your not wanted here I yell but the only one who hears is me.
Taking over my thoughts and controlling my mind, It's past five now and your still here, the pounding has gotten louder, but your already in
Published 24th Apr 2011
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