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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