poetry and songs
Trying to Sleep
Stuck here in the middle
With my thoughts swirlin' 'round me
Like a storm come to sweep me away
Who's doing the thinking?
It sure ain't me, I'm tired of my own voice
Won't be silent and it ain't got nothing to say
Says it anyway
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