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Restless nights

It's 4:19 in the morning and I'm awake because I chose not to sleep.

And I would have nothing to do but I have a friend talking to me.

If I texted you now, I'm sure you wouldn't be awake.

Cause I know you, you've got things to do, tomorrow is another busy day.

So you never have time for me, you never have time to talk.

And I understand, I get it, and that's why we don't talk a lot.

But a lot turns to a bit and then a bit turns to not at all.

In my world you're so big and important but in yours I'm so small.

 

Unless it sounds like I'm in danger, in trouble or hurt you don't message me back.

And you'll never message me first, although I always hope for that.

And I'm getting tired of being such a small significance in your life.

Having you fool me into thinking you care about if I'm doing alright.

I really tried to be your friend, I messaged you in the day and the night.

But it was to no avail and I'm in a losing fight.

So next time you ask if I'm doing alright.

You can expect a "no" with no explanation why, and you'll know how abandoned I feel every single night

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michelle-nyamekye
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Sep 20, 2014
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