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The Insomniac
Mind can’t stop ticking away
At thoughts I thought would decay
I hate these late night where all I do is think
And think and think about you
And can’t stop
Eyes burn with sympathetic skin
I just wish my thoughts would come to an end
I want to stop tossin and turning
Every memory of you continues hurting
Why do I relentlessly lie awake?
When all I wanna do is get out of this painful state
Silent screams rip at my throat
I hate you.
So why can’t I stop thinking about you?
I want nothing to do with you.
So why does my heart stay in love with you?
Staring at the letters in skin I wrote
These thoughts need to go away
I need to stop thinking this way
Ticking away at my sanity
These thoughts are time bombs!
This unceased desire for you
All the feelings I get
This is one I truly regret
I wanna get out of this place
Plug in my head to find the space
This hell won’t leave me be
Silent screams rip at my throat
I hate you.
So why can’t I stop thinking about you?
I want nothing to do with you.
So why does my heart stay in love with you?
Staring at the letters in skin I wrote
Inside my little hole of insanity
My idle thoughts keep coming back
I just want this sorrow to let me be
I have crashed into agony
Unable to get free...
The late night dreams are black...
Silent screams rip at our throats
I hate you!
Why do I think of you?
Why do you think about me?
You hate me!
Why does your heart fail your thoughts?
Why do I...
Your memory...
Keeps me staring at the love letters in skin I once wrote
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