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Can't sleep.
These nightmares are caving in,
Surrounding the days that turn into
the hours that are ticking.
Oh, damn its the making
of the ending of the conflict.
Only saving the convict.
That little voice inside your head.
Screaming. SCREAMING! Until your dead.
Lying there writhing,
can't stop the crying,
The tears a constant flow.
It's because of her you can't let go.
Just to breathe it slow.
Let it go, let it go.
Beating like the heart beats that
You watched leave those long lashes,
Eyes forever burned into your thoughts.
Can't sleep, losing all you sought.
Keep writhing, all driving.
Ride it on and spin again.
Black nights, shutter.
One.
Two.
Three.
Fade away, nothing exists.
Into eternity where
It all begins.
Surrounding the days that turn into
the hours that are ticking.
Oh, damn its the making
of the ending of the conflict.
Only saving the convict.
That little voice inside your head.
Screaming. SCREAMING! Until your dead.
Lying there writhing,
can't stop the crying,
The tears a constant flow.
It's because of her you can't let go.
Just to breathe it slow.
Let it go, let it go.
Beating like the heart beats that
You watched leave those long lashes,
Eyes forever burned into your thoughts.
Can't sleep, losing all you sought.
Keep writhing, all driving.
Ride it on and spin again.
Black nights, shutter.
One.
Two.
Three.
Fade away, nothing exists.
Into eternity where
It all begins.
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