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Fake Insomia

It’s almost eleven:eleven
Make a wish
Wish it comes true
And pretend you believe it will
If you peel back the black sky
You can just see God
If you pick all the stars off
You can just see happiness
In the palm of your hand
But can you feel it?
Depends.
Do you really think that wish will come true?
I don’t.
But I still lay here
Staring at the sky
Wishing the moon was out
Wishing I had the courage to peel back the sky
Wishing. Wishing. Wishing.
Until I realize I’m still alone, wishing
So I turn on my bedroom light
And laugh so hard
I scream.
Because I could sleep
But I choose not to
I choose to wish, wish, wish
But we’re all dying
And wishing we weren’t



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