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NiGhTmArE
Why is it? late night in my bed
I often wake hurting my head
On what its hard to say
except it helps me stay my way
Although sometimes i find it easy for me to cry
hoping Im not the only one that actually tries
In every way I think in my mind
I know that she is very kind
And when she tells me shes still waiting
There are times I find I continue hating
Myself for crimes I keel was mine to guilt
As I try and make sure we're built
As I try to find ways of keeping me sane
With hopes I can keep on from jumping from this moving train
