Numbers, Messages
Like a cake in my hand like a memory
Black and white pictures mean more to me
An image inside my head I can't forget,
Little ants lifting pieces of their dead friends
I'm losing sleep again
I'm stressed out again, I'm losing sleep again,
Depressed and down again
With a pen in my hand I try to write down
Numbers, messages, something with meaning
And while I lay here flat on my back,
I close my eyes until things come to me
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