Thoughts are still spinning around my head,
A lullaby playing well I lay in bed!.
My world could come to a stop and I would never know,
How much of this life do I have to go!?
Life is becoming more of a confusion,
I can't help to think that this is an illusion!.
In my bed I will pick one thought at a time,
A perfect thought there, but the other is a crime!.
Can I help to think that my life is coming to an end,
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