I don't sleep much anymore,
It got too tiring,
Waking up crying,
Dreaming I'm dying.

Every night I find a way,
To be awake till the very next day,
I've got 8 hours to devote to sleep,
Lunesta,
But I'm usually having my own...
Fiesta.

I watch the stars,
And play with my cat,
And stare at the pages,
Of books I've read.

Whenever I dream I see that face,
I feel his arms,
And his cold embrace,
I feel his strength,
Pushing down on my chest,
And feel his smile burning through my head.

I'm being held down all over again,
And I'm.
Frozen.
And I can't.
Push his arms,
Away.

I'd rather not sleep,
So I go out and take walks,
And meet some friends,
And drink red bulls,
Or just stay in.
I just can't go through it over again.

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