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It's the same each and every night. |
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Glare at my screen with two big bloodshot eyes. |
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I'm stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me. |
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Internal clock in smithereens. |
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Can't fix this, I'm hopeless. |
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My eyes are stapled open wide, |
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As I lay down on my side. |
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I am bouncing off these walls. |
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Notice my hands begin to twitch. |
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Unprovoked assaulting of my conscious wit. |
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Me and the TV are enemies. |
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Sickening static surrounds my mind. |
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I'm losing time, and realizing that |
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After days of thought that I'm |
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Stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me. |
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Internal clock in smithereens. |
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Can't fix this, I'm hopeless. |
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My eyes are stapled open wide, |
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As I lay down on my side. |
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I am bouncing off these walls. |
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As I focus on the clock, |
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Time stands still, but I cannot. |
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I should strap myself in bed. |
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I guess I'll sleep when I am dead. |
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Talk to myself, lie in the darkness so content. |
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As the sun begins to rise, I can barely shut my eyes. |
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This crazed, delirious mess; laughing at everything I see. |
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My sanity is spent. Just tell me where our time went. |
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I'm losing it. |
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Attention: All insomniacs, please raise your right hand. |
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And kindly, repeat after me. |
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\"I guess I'll sleep when I am dead!\" |
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'Cause I'm stuck self-torturing; my meds are failing me. |
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Internal clock in smithereens. |
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Can't fix this, I'm hopeless. |
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My eyes are stapled open wide, |
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As I lay down on my side. |
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I am bouncing off these walls. |
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As I focus on the clock, |
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Time stands still, but I cannot. |
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I should strap myself in bed. |
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I guess I'll sleep when I am dead. |
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I guess I'll sleep when I am. |
