How I wished for a dream of you,
only to be left in complete darkness,
the vast nothing-ness that haunts me.
If only a glimpse of your face would have shown through,
if only a slight vision existed.
Nothing.
Not a sound, no movements.
Dreaming has lost its meaning.
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I don't need no one screwin' up my fun
Over the counter, fill that prescription.
Over the counter, fill that prescription.