Insomnia
And underneath the skin and hated and all the pain
I'm just a kid trying to stay sane
And I couldn't put together these pieces I have broken
I'd rather have you relisten to the words that I have spoken
I am wise to my own demise
I prefer not to view this so instead I'll close my eyes
We are ignorant to the words they have to offer
This world has closed its eyes because it prefers to suffer
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