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When I asked myself the other day I came to realise I'm not ok I've burned my fingers bad before I've seen myself through worse I'm sure But just the same I'm really not ok
Oh how I wish that I could sleep I try but won't just sink that deep My fingers won't stop aching so tired yet awaken Or should I let it all loose and just weep
I've been pacing up and down my floors I have lost all sense of time I sometimes halt and ask myself if I'm about to loose my mind
All in all I know
From when I get up way past lunch time I keep on asking myself If when the night falls hard on all I'm up to pace around again
