Laying awake nights
So much, to worry of
More then all, you
Work, school, war, hate
And I think of you
Why must I be stupid?
To sit each night in bed
And think of you
Ponder your existence
My own existence
Wondering what its about
And doubting you
Doing the same
I lay awake nights
Many, many, nights
Thinking of you
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