A little hot a little cold but restlessness inhabit my heart for reasons I do not know. ...
At least that's what I tell myself to catch a glimpse of sleep at night. Every thought brings discomfort and leaves my heart less bold.
Letting go could be the only way but will there be a tomorrow after such day?...
Getting high could help a bit and then leave me hopeless, bitter but wit
How can I blot out these memories that taunt me so. If only yesterday would let me go...
So it is the whispers of voices and complicated choices...
That makes me realize that on a day that seems so wrong ...baby it's you that'll make me strong...
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