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Monsters in my Head, Not Under my Bed
I feel like I’m not even alive
Feels like something had died in me
Or maybe it’s just me who is dead inside
Lost touch of who I want to be
Can’t you see?
I’ve got a super fucked up head
I can’t ever fall asleep
With each night, I begin to hate my bed
I’m in much too deep
I just want to sleep
Seems only time I’ll get sleep is if I wind up dead
Ah, going to sleep, m...
Monday 5th March 2018 10:01 am
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