My eyes grow heavy
from all that heavies
my tired soul
from the world making me a fool
Wanting to fall into a eternal sleep
so far and so deep
that i will never return
to this place that burns
Its so tempting, it is
to leave this place i will never miss
and go to a better place,
but its not a race
So i have to endure
this world of the in-pure
and one day
i will lay
In my eternal sleep
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