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Last night I cried myself to sleep Counting tears instead of sheep I need a shepherd to guide my feet Lost out here on this mountain steep With every memory I just stumble Trying to climb over my life's rubble Inside my eyelids is a projection screen Showing me things I've lived and seen Every bad decision I've ever made All of life's punches, vividly displayed For young and broken it was true love I craved Making easy prey for human monsters to enslave In my youth I was taught the rules Of how to be the victim of those human ghouls I'm bleeding out, but none can see From the head is where I bleed Memories continually running full throttle Like lightning caught and sealed in a bottle Desperately scrambling up the mountain's face Trying so hard to find my place In this world, where I'll never belong Never allowed to sing my song This little bird will never cheep For my spirits broke, I'm way to weak The pain and agony to myself I'll keep Till my eyes close to that ultimate sleep ©Pauline Russell
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
Again Last Night
Last night I cried myself to sleep Counting tears instead of sheep I need a shepherd to guide my feet Lost out here on this mountain steep With every memory I just stumble Trying to climb over my life's rubble Inside my eyelids is a projection screen Showing me things I've lived and seen Every bad decision I've ever made All of life's punches, vividly displayed For young and broken it was true love I craved Making easy prey for human monsters to enslave In my youth I was taught the rules Of how to be the victim of those human ghouls I'm bleeding out, but none can see From the head is where I bleed Memories continually running full throttle Like lightning caught and sealed in a bottle Desperately scrambling up the mountain's face Trying so hard to find my place In this world, where I'll never belong Never allowed to sing my song This little bird will never cheep For my spirits broke, I'm way to weak The pain and agony to myself I'll keep Till my eyes close to that ultimate sleep ©Pauline Russell
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May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 1:32 AM UTC
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