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So often I have visited my electronic friend;
make him record all the thoughts inside my head.
I let my fingers dance across plastic keys;
so to capture my feelings on white sheets.
Still, no comfort does it bring, when I tell my friend to sleep.

Here I am, once more, inundated by my thoughts.
My heart is fading faster still, dancing with its ache.
Hope seems such a far and dreamy land.
Will I ever reach the fountains of its content?
Still, no comfort does it bring, when I tell my friend to sleep.

Life is such a complicated experience filled with mistakes.
How many things I would have done different?
Yet, those mistakes have brought me where I am.
Too much in my present, that means the world to me.
Still, no comfort does it bring, when I tell my friend to sleep.

I stare ahead, exploring the possibilities of tomorrow.
Oh! How fearful I am, as it holds no more than sorrow.
I must move on… I must push through; what else am I to do?
I move on, all my hopes and dreams as bracelets on my arm.
Still, no comfort does it bring, when I tell my friend to sleep.

Pages I have filled, with the agony of my life to tell.
It screams its verses, cries out its refrains… pointless.
I curse the breath inside me; moan at my incessant heart.
I wish for life to end; free me from my thoughts and broken heart.
Still, no comfort does it bring, when I tell my friend to sleep.

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