I'm lost, hopelessly wandering around
looking for someone, wanting to be found
please come help me, remember life
to get out of this misery, with no sharp knifes
Afraid to go to sleep, only nightmares they'll be
awake you're fine because you can't see
your deepest secrets and your darkest thoughts
no one else knows that you're drowning a lot
monsters don't sleep under your bed
they sleep with you there inside of your head
but waking up is worse because if it's a dream
you'll wake up to a nightmare
that's what it seems
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