In the back of my room
It speaks to me
And says I'm coming for you.
As I lie on my bed
In the fetal position
My eyes are closed
Hoping and wishing.
Maybe that one day
My dream will come true
That I don't have to be here
So down and blue.
My bones shall lie there
Turning to dust
My bed surrounding
Nothing but rust.
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