Coming home collapsing on the bead
a day of hell fills my head
feeling lost and alone when i come home
im now i'll never pick up the phone.
Waiting to fall asleep
but my heads full of noises
i cant help but wonder
if i've made the right choices.
Its a never ending nightmare
it keeps me awake all night
maybe i'll take a stroll down the road
and jump into the lake.
The bottom of a bottle is all i can see
maybe one day it will be all over
maybe one i'll fall asleep
maybe tonight will be the night the insomnia ends
and i can move on to that light round the end.
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