Why?
Here I am
Layin in my bed
all of these ideas
runnin though my head
and i cant think of
one good enough
wow
this is realy tough
i think,
so im just typing
i blink
and i see people
who have passed by
and all these people
wondering why
its like fog settled
over our head
blocking us from truth
as we lay here
thinkin in our bed.
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