Well, how long did you reckon I’d go without trying to be upstage Lord Byron…
I don’t dare dream no more
Instead, I only do nightmares
I don’t dare sleep no more
Instead, I do nightshifts
Actually, I just don’t dare anymore…
Well, not entirely true
I do dare cry now though
Got a storehouse of tears to clear
I also dare to scream,
Mostly inside of my head
But it sounds quite loud, and often,
Resounds, over and over again
Like a sound track to the dead
Stop that damn noise!,
Can’t you see I’m trying to live!
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