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Make a Wish
I hate when my mind decides to keep me awake
It's times like this I wish there was a simple pill that I could take.
A pill that didn't just knock me out until the next day
But also grabbed my bad thoughts and took them all away.
I wouldn't have to worry about reoccurring nightmares
I wouldn't have to worry about stupid concerns or silly fears.
I hate when the voices of doubt or anger or sadness creep into my head
They make me feel like I'm trapped here laying on my small bed.
I wish there was a button that I could just click
To mute those voices, so all I heard were the seconds on the clock go tick tick tick.
I hate when those names and faces seem to throw themselves at me
Sometimes I think they'll never go away and I'll never be free.
I wish I had a trash can nearby
To throw those names and faces away, so I didn't have to always wonder why.
I hate that all I have are a handful of wishes in my hand
Why this happens is something I may never truly understand.
I hate that nothing works, not calm music or counting sheep
I wish...that there was I could so to be able to peacefully sleep.
It's times like this I wish there was a simple pill that I could take.
A pill that didn't just knock me out until the next day
But also grabbed my bad thoughts and took them all away.
I wouldn't have to worry about reoccurring nightmares
I wouldn't have to worry about stupid concerns or silly fears.
I hate when the voices of doubt or anger or sadness creep into my head
They make me feel like I'm trapped here laying on my small bed.
I wish there was a button that I could just click
To mute those voices, so all I heard were the seconds on the clock go tick tick tick.
I hate when those names and faces seem to throw themselves at me
Sometimes I think they'll never go away and I'll never be free.
I wish I had a trash can nearby
To throw those names and faces away, so I didn't have to always wonder why.
I hate that all I have are a handful of wishes in my hand
Why this happens is something I may never truly understand.
I hate that nothing works, not calm music or counting sheep
I wish...that there was I could so to be able to peacefully sleep.
Published 13th Mar 2013
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- Edited 8th Jun 2024 1:45am
13th Mar 2013 11:40am
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