A little piece inside me still seeks out peace of mind
And I know it cannot come for such a weary heart as mine
They tell me that it’s my fault,
My own dark recipe
But when I hear it calling and I try to run and flee
I called out in the day time,
I called out in the night,
I sang every sing song I thought of to keep me awake,
Tried to connect the dots and fill in the holes that fell,
And when it hit me hard it was like waking from a spell.
Alone and in the wreckage of things I didn’t understand
Separated and alone I withered in the sand
Parched and begging for the rain because it’s all I have left
I thought I could lead this life of mine if only for a friend.
Yet selfishly I lead the cause of my broken life
In to tomorrow still awake at the stroke of midnight.
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