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Sometimes, I remember the good times but I struggle to remember when times were good Sometimes, I remember the bad times but I can always seem to remember where I stood Sometimes, I remember the memories planted firmly inside my dreams Sometimes I'm a tightly woven nightmare Sometimes I'm ripped wide open at the seams Sometimes I'm a closed book Sometimes I'm an open prayer Sometimes I'm promissory Sometimes I'm not even there Sometimes I think that parts of me should be sold as a sealed section unwrapped in a place of loneliness feeding just another's addiction Sometimes when I lay down at night I pray to be someone I could be Sometimes when I lay down at night I wish there was someone next to me Someone to hold me Someone to care Someone who knows Sometimes, I'm there
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
Sometimes...
Sometimes, I remember the good times but I struggle to remember when times were good Sometimes, I remember the bad times but I can always seem to remember where I stood Sometimes, I remember the memories planted firmly inside my dreams Sometimes I'm a tightly woven nightmare Sometimes I'm ripped wide open at the seams Sometimes I'm a closed book Sometimes I'm an open prayer Sometimes I'm promissory Sometimes I'm not even there Sometimes I think that parts of me should be sold as a sealed section unwrapped in a place of loneliness feeding just another's addiction Sometimes when I lay down at night I pray to be someone I could be Sometimes when I lay down at night I wish there was someone next to me Someone to hold me Someone to care Someone who knows Sometimes, I'm there
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Jun 6, 2015
Jun 6, 2015 at 4:13 AM UTC
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