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Both of my eyes are closed, i won't scream,

i won't snore counting sheep, i don't dream,

i only have mares that nightly wake me,

daily memories that nightly take me,

many mistake me as too nice or nothing,

is there a single out there who sees me as something?

if i didn't remember the blushing and smiles,

i'd need to redo my mental kitchen, lay new tiles,

got through a few trials by the hair of my chin,

the ending is when the hurt really begins,

you start getting thin, start caring less,

stuck in pavement, can't be at your best,

cause the rest of the story is wasted,

on nightmares and memories of bliss once tasted,

copy and paste it, use it as your status,

so you can remind nobody they had us.