Haunting Dreams
Gun shots ring my ears,The broken memories lay ahead,
You, and the things you did,
All haunt my dreams.
They deprive me from sleep,
And I stay awake,
To make friends with the shadows on the walls.
They tell me, that I should get some sleep,
But how can I sleep,
When I know, that'll you'll never be mine?
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