Into my bed
Alone I go
As I always do
It hurts my very soul,
you know?
Through and through
and through

I wish it were
Up to me to choose
Then neʼer alone would I abide
But alas, my lot is cast
I lose
Iʼve tried, and tried
and tried

But I will warm myself tonight
Nothing new;
In fact it gets quite old
Oh, this is when my demons bite!
Iʼm cold, Iʼm cold
I’m cold

I call to Sleep with weary sigh
At the end of every day
“Please steal my breath,
that I my die”
I pray, I pray
and pray

An alarm goes off,
and I awake
How sad
a brand new day
Perhaps tonight
the night will take
My soul away, away,






Berthoud, CO  ¦¦  June 11, 2018






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