My nights are filled with bad ideas
My dreams are nothing but trickery
And my thoughts are so deceiving
My mind, so preoccupied
I can’t concentrate on anything
Suddenly there’s only longing for something
And I can’t wait to make a mistake
Maybe it’s the desire for shattered things
That keeps me up
Perhaps it could keep me from thinking logically
Perhaps I could unfold, finally
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