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Last night feels like a horrible dream that
I am trapped within,
but if I hit my head on something,
I'll wake up to pain again.

If we're on different pages,
can we rip the ones between?
If you really do not want me,
say exactly what you mean.

I hate to hear the truth too late
it rings within my skull
I wish I could rewind to a time
I still grasped some control.

We're both as lost as I am
so stop pretending you know best,
you sleep soundly with your self-supposed wisdom,
I lay in bed at night and get no rest.

We're young, we're scared, I know this,
but I thought we felt the same
If I would have known the outcome,
I'd have never asked your name.

So much of all my future was
wrapped up in thoughts of you,
And though I'm not quite dying,
I am barely pulling through.

-kb