Lately, I've been an insomniac.

I wasn't into melancholic thoughts
nor was I delighted.

I don't even have a problem
to overthink

I was completely sane,
what's wrong?

Tell me what made me,
stay up until dawn.

With the passing of time,
the corners of my lips
would stretch,
as I build castles in the air.

I would look like a psycho;
if the reason was,
I'm just gonna say hello to the dawn.

I knew it, there really was
-It's the thought of you
that's keeping me awake.

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