Twisted

If I go to sleep right now
I think it'll all be better somehow
If only I could close my eyes
And begin to dream
Life could become more than
What it seems
My stomache hurts and my throat is sore
All this pain
I can handle no more
And when my head starts to spin
And my chapped lips can no longer grin
I know its too late
For, my emotions know only how to brake.

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