most nights i cant sleep.
im tired
but i just cant.
my mind wont stop.
i keep thinking if i hide myself
under these thin sheets i can count my days slower and slower
but i cant
they keep coming and going
quicker then i'd ever thought they would
and they do.
then they're gone
just like you and me
it doesn't help..
me dreaming about you.
you're supposed to be chasing your own dreams.
stop chasing me
in mine.
most mornings i cant get up.
im awake
but i just cant.
my mind wont stop.
Maybe every day has a story of its own.
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