When u lack sleep, toss & turn in ur bed, but the feeling u get isnt too deep, u fantasize of painting the town red, u imagine standing next to Obama, but reality hits you like a hammer, ur troubles simmer into ur mind, push them away u try, but like a wound, u cant forget, 'why..why' u soliloquy, but taking piritons isnt the key, eyes turn red like those of a blood hound, but does the sleep come, the feeling aint mutual... {kaki}
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