God, let me sleep through.

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It’s really funny,
Where I’m going now,
I couldn’t really tell,
If it’s straight or to hell,

Thinking so much,
Stinging and paralyzing,
Beating it with a stick,
To make it working,

It reminded me how,
I used to beat myself,
Just to feel the pain,
So I can numb things again,

It’s like I want to go forward,
But my body just want to stay,
Dragging my feet just to stumble,
Then bleed and life crumble,

All this for what exactly,
I’m too tired, to hope too,
To keep on falling likely,
God, let me sleep through.