Sunday.
Always hard to get to sleep when
Weird noises are implying threats
On cold sheets I sweat
On any other day
It's all rest and flowers
And a long night of nothing
'Cause when the sun goes
In the morning some coffee
Down you close your eyes and think
I'm out of my head
That you might wake in the same place
There was no way I would
Ever trust again
That was what they said
There's something that fills you up
And it feels you up and then
It takes control of your better sense
There ain't no control of things
But they came and they
You take for granted
Held me up and they felt me up
And left.I miss them Take me to your world
There instead of here
I want to know if I belong
Is there religion?
It is unordinary
To want this affection
And I hate my whole family
But I don't have a real friend
But from my bed, my window's
I have seen before, while floating awayLit by a red light.
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