Tired
Can’t even find my own shadows
They cower in blackness.
Everything is cold… open windows
Open mind won’t stop.
Days are hard to live
And nights are hard to keep;
All the things inside cry
But I just can’t seem to weep.
All I want is to close my eyes
But I just can’t seem to sleep.
They cower in blackness.
Everything is cold… open windows
Open mind won’t stop.
Days are hard to live
And nights are hard to keep;
All the things inside cry
But I just can’t seem to weep.
All I want is to close my eyes
But I just can’t seem to sleep.
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