• The sun goes down, darkness spreads,
    even in these late hours, as I lie here in bed.
    During these hours, as time flies,
    I get no sleep, even as I close my eyes.
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    With eyes wide open, looking around,
    I can do nothing, why bother to frown?
    Sleep will not come if I wish to force it's hand,
    I know nothing of the man of sand.
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    With shaky hands, I grip the sheets,
    I cover my ears, feeling incomplete.
    Shouts from the other room float into mine,
    in here is no room for a peace sign.
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    Thoughts in my head, they do not unload,
    I know that one day my heart will over flow.
    But for now I wait, I put on a smile,
    to tell you the truth, it's not been real for a while.
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    Replay the day, like a motion picture,
    sick feelings in my gut, churn like a mixture.
    Words that are spoken, words that are said,
    words I pretend not to hear, until I lie here in bed.
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    Tears not falling, tears can't fall,
    because the tears I hide, would break me after all.
    I am not broken, but I can break,
    when sorrow is hidden, happiness is still fake.
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    Here in my blankets, I cover my head,
    reviewing my heart, I think of the dead.
    I lay my head down, yet I still get no sleep,
    here in the silence, still my emotions covered I keep.
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    Because here in the night, with cold blue eyes,
    I remember a girl, who once knew how to cry.
    It's in her image I think, in her image I be,
    because her image is really me.
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    In running thoughts, in depressing steams,
    my soul is held by broken means.
    In open eyes and echoing screams,
    I lay awake in insomniac dreams.