Every time I look in the mirror
The past is gone
Sleep doesn't come soon enough and I lay on the bed and stare at the ceiling replaying the events of the day. Some regrets some good but sways analizing the triggers hoping I will control them better tomorrow.
Where am I? Who am I? Why should I care?
Tomorrow brings me to a funeral of someone I've never met. I hate funerals...it's an end. That person is done from this world. Nothing can ever bring him back. Sorrow Sadnees overflows my soul - I do not like this feeling and wish I didn't agree to go. There isn't away to look at this as good.
"Sing with me, sing for the year
sing for the laughter, sing for the tear
sing with me, if it's just for today
Maybe tomorrow, the good Lord will take you away
Dream On, Dream On, Dream On
Dream until your dreams come true
Dream On, Dream On, Dream On
Dream until your dream comes through
Dream On, Dream On, Dream On"
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