I used to dream of better times,
a soft wave breaking shore.
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The sleepless nights
that relax the mind.
The darkened sights
that one can find.
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What are we in this place?
A creation of God
or a waste of space?
Can we know the truth,
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When will I fall into the depths,
the thing they call sleep?
I crawl upon my empty walls,
watching my blood as it seeps.
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What good these dreams
if only nightmares
What good my cries
if no one cares
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The dark of night
The dying lights
the endless fights
of lonely nights
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What wouldn't I do for you?
What wouldn't I do to help you through?
Through the pain and sorrow,
to help you to tomorrow?
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Another piece of paper wasted by my pointless hand
Yet another fruitless, pointless plan.
This day they aim to raise the dead,
but the dead will always need to be fed.
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