Insomia
I lay in bed alone at night
My mind begins to wander
I should be sleeping
My thoughts are keeping
Me awake to ponder
I miss the days when I was young
A carefree life I lived
To go back in time
Would be so sublime
Oh what I wouldn’t give
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