Morning is night
And night is morning
Let that sink in
It might not make sense
Until you're unable to close your eyes
When others have drifted off
It will not make sense
Until all you can do is listen to your mind
As it wonders to places you never knew existed
It won't make sense
Until your soul gets tired of fighting fate
Oh but it will make sense
When you lay in your bed for hours
Feeling like death every minute
When you disappear
Reaching the point of no return
When you become numb
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I do sleep...
