Go To Sleep

Go To Sleep Before You Become Weaker

Should I wait up for you?
I, will die in your abuse.
Oh, how did I ever get this bruised?
No, tonight I won't wait up for you.

You've got my words in a wreck.
A new impediment can be found.
And my voice cannot be heard
through all the sediment you throw down.

Why do I deal with your destruction?
Will I ever be wise enough
to escape your hateful eruptions?

The truth is ...
I'm in constant collision
of a life that I envision.
It wouldn't leave me used.
It wouldn't leave me blue.

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