Stress Woven Nights

Late night thoughts music pumpin through  my veins

The only chemical that'll make it to my brain

And though things are different, these nights will stay the same

Just listen to the music till the pain fades away

Stare out the window till the night turns to day

I Close my eyes when my song starts to play

Some of these feelings are gone in the light

These are the ends of my stress woven nights


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