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Sometimes my insomnia's at such a stage

That I feel the only cure will be death

Or a powerful hit to the head

Wanting so much to be free from the chains of life

Even thought it feels just like a moment's respite

When it actually lasts the whole night

Stupid songs playing in my head, stupid thoughts left unsaid

Shut my eyes so hard I start seeing in red

But sleep never came, only got headaches instead

Did all the breathing, the exercise, the gyming, the cooling, the heating, the beating and kept on repeating but sleep's not visiting- me

Writing this brought a yawn though

Guess sleep might come today after all, or its just for show

Lie back on my back to let my thoughts row

In the puddle that's my brain, makes even a sane one feel insane

I guess some of y'all go thru it too, its just the same

Told my thoughts to shut up but that was in vain

Like where were you in the day huh, when I was sitting in my class

Couldn't you give me a question or two that I actually needed to ask

Ah forget it, that was in the past

But thoughtman please come in the day, be the first one not the last

And let sleep come upon me a bit more fast

And tell insomnia to get lost, the damage it does is vast

But I guess my words don't really matter to the one who is behind the mask.


A/N- What do you think the mask refers to? Do share! I've shared my interpretation in the inline comments.

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