birds sing
the sun on the verge of rising
in my mind and heart
so many memories
play like an old movie
reliving each one over and over
has got me in a constant state of misery

My body is weak
shaken and torn
i can barely eat,
and this fever has got me worn
never has my body received so much torture
I'm frazzled, biwildered
a moving disaster

I wake up at 3 then 4, 5, and 6
each and every time I look around,
hoping you'll be with me
but youre not
these dreama have gotta stop
What's life if youre walking through it withotut a heart?



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