Thursday, May 7, 2009

Sleepwalker

I roamed away from our bed asleep
Ended up to strange lap
Eyes closed I came back

With a instinct of the sleepwalker
I get to the wrong places
But it´s not the real me,
I wouldn´t do anything like that awake

This is all real, you yelled to me
Showed your bruises
While I slept I beat you up

When nightmares overwhelm me
I do what I never should
But why do you blame me,
I wouldn´t ever hurt you

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