Nothing's morrow, is a nightmares tomorrow.
I'll sleep tonight dreaming of you, only to wake up in pain feeling blue.
They say sleep, you'll forget the pain but that's just a lie to keep you sain.
I'm already gone and none of you care because I'm to good at being aware.
Of people watching.
My heart's dropping.
The nightmares keep crawling.
In and out of my brain.
I can't stop seeing my dear love robbing.
My trust. My love. My sain.
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