I always lay alone,
alone at night in bed,
with my inner thoughts,
thoughts inside my head.
Always going round,
round inside my brain,
circling like water,
water down a drain.
Finding no release,
no release turns into pain,
now im totally fed up,
fed up feeling the same.
With one step forward,
forward I will head,
I will get there finally,
finally put them to bed.
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