When I am finally normal
No longer will I have to cover
The price of a sleepless night
So thrilling as much as not right
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Twenty weeks later, I am finally sane
I look at my hands full of greenish veins
I look at my face no longer twisted
Who was I, who am I, why do I miss it
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The sticky madness of a broken heart
The joy of accepting I am not that smart
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I am just bored but happy that I couldn’t care less.
If you raised your children in front of my face
