It is four o' clock am,
and I'm at this again,
I am wide awake and I can't sleep,
I was laying for hours counting sheep,
My mind is telling me one thing ,
My heart is begging me for another,
I don't know who to listen to anymore,
it is a hard choice to make,
well no not really,
I have to stop and start thinking about me seriously,
It is my turn, me, Myself, I,
but I am still contemplating every thing,
I am breaking down my life to simply understand,
you know make a cheat sheet,
so I know all the answers,
but all I want it to stop, JUST STOP!
I put it out,
but it keeps finding away in,
I don't know what you want me to say,
fuck this shit writing is gay.
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