The fire burns, the candle’s lit,

I wish I already fell asleep;

But the at the edge of being

Crazy I am when I do sleep.

Cause your memory keeps appearing,

And it won’t give me a break.

The dreams are no longer a pleasure,

But a merciless place;

Where, although I keep screaming,

I won’t have a second chance.

What did I ever do to you

To haunt me down this way?

Don’t you know that there’s a God

And I’ll pay for my mistakes?

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Have inspiration,

Rebecca Radd

Published by Rebecca Radd