In The Middle Of The Night
I lie awake; I try to sleep,
In the middle of the night.
I think about the secrets I keep,
In the middle of the night.
I talk to myself; I talk to my cat,
In the middle of the night.
I cry about the one’s I’ve lost, the ones I’ve loved, the ones I want,
In the middle of the night.
And when I finally get to sleep,
I dream about very different dreams.
I dream about my fantasies, my lovers and my fears.
I dream about my lovers, my wants, my needs, my cares.
Soon the night isn’t middle anymore,
And the sun soon begins to shine.
I wake up too early, stretch and sigh, think about the things I’ve tried
In the middle of the night.
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