1d
Like a broken machine
my mind tries to shut down,
but the cogs keep spinning
round and round.
Completely overheated,
the oils run dry—
you overthink and worry
‘till one day you die.
my mind tries to shut down,
but the cogs keep spinning
round and round.
Completely overheated,
the oils run dry—
you overthink and worry
‘till one day you die.
If to sleep is to know peace,
I'll never sleep again
I'll never sleep again
