5 years of sleeping
Under you doorsteps.
5 years of whipping
Over the nets and
I'm tired of begging,
Aching in bed I'm
Trying to wipe it.
I try to pretend.
Boiling under
The sheets, rolling
I write and im wrong
and who's back crawling.
Trying and trying.
An aching neck helps
To get all the writings
At place
Hit it and make it bleed.
I can't help but to
Struggle to make it complete
Or at least try to
Rhyme or make sense.
You consider the meaning
Trying to understand
What i meant.
Hit it and make it bleed.
I can't help but to
Struggle to make it complete
Or at least try to
Rhyme or make sense.
You consider the meaning
Trying to understand
What i meant
Leaning on boiling sheets
This freezing night.
Maybe thats it
Maybe tonight.
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