Sometimes I think I’m all better,
And then the nights come.
At least when I’m busy,
I can drown these voices.
But when I’m just laying,
Silent in the dark,
The voices circle me,
Hunting like a shark.
Sometimes I think I’m all better,
And then the nights come.
At least when I’m busy,
I can drown these voices.
But when I’m just laying,
Silent in the dark,
The voices circle me,
Hunting like a shark.
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