Insomnia - 1998
Late nights and early mornings
The washing machine hums the house to sleep
And all within reach a state of slumber
except me
I sit and I listen
And I dream and I cry
All are alseep
And in my insomnia, I am alone
But I am not lonely
For in my dreams
My fantasies come alive
And together
Alone
We live through the night
Only to be woken by dissapointment in the morning.
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