Bad Dreams
It's about that time of night
When we're all left to sleep
When I try not to close my eyes
When I'm trying not to dream.
It's around too late to go
To go outside and be
To be alone and think
To keep myself from thinking.
I hold the pillows closely
I won't let my head leave me
I can't let my thoughts slip away
Because that's when it happens
That's when it'll change.
The light's not gone yet
I pull the bedclothes high
I rock my self back
While keeping my eyes wide
Awake, awake, awake.
It's gotten dark, and you
Are probably deep in slumber
But I'm still treading water
I'm lost if I go under
If I think about your face,I'm done for
And it's not fair to you
It's not fair at all
Because I'll remember every moment
And never be without it
I'm not lost yet
The night is not yet deep
But it's getting later
And my brain begs me to sleep
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