How hard can it be?
that I cannot even find,
this elusive thing
this peace of mind?
this elusive thing
this peace of mind?
Thoughts after thoughts,
they pop into my head,
leaving me tossing and turning,
alone in my bed.
they pop into my head,
leaving me tossing and turning,
alone in my bed.
These thoughts, they goad me,
call me a fool,
They test my patience,
I try not to lose my cool.
call me a fool,
They test my patience,
I try not to lose my cool.
I wish these thoughts,
would leave me alone.
but they are all that I am left with,
now that you are gone.
would leave me alone.
but they are all that I am left with,
now that you are gone.
#ReganSinghOriginals
11th September 2014
11th September 2014
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