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Awake I feel like dying, crying and slipping down inside,
eyes wet from thinking too much, heart hurts because I even tried,
so I sleep when those that could hurt me, are wide awake,
abnormal activity but it's the only prevention from my thought quake,
close my eyes, to a world where I create everything,
lift my spirits, as I start to sing,
audience of hundreds, as I start to strum,
bass kicks in with sweet words, chorus begins the drums,
just to wake up to a bedroom, that is too quiet for a crowd,
sit up and see my acoustic, where it lays happy and proud,
brush my teeth in front of a mirror, that shows me for me even clearer,
that was just dreaming, with eye shut tight,
for a couple hours I was happy, now I'm stuck in the reality sight,
until I get to lay down, I will struggle just to move,
as sad songs seem to be the norm, and the only basic groove.