Fearing Bullets

I hope you're comfy,
Laying your head on my pillow,
With your eyes closed so softly.
I'm the only one who knows,
That I can no longer sleep,
Because I'm afraid that when you're alone,
At the hours to count sheep,
That you'll whisper to a gun.
But you can't go over the stars!
So know that I'm getting ill,
And I'm on two hours of sleep,
But I'd rather you be happy.

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