I wont miss you through my slumber,
But yet I must sadly awaken to you,
In the sunlit hours of the day tomorrow.
The sun may kiss the sky in the morning,
The dew may kiss the grass,
But when I awaken to this nightmare,
This nightmare called life,
I do not get kissed I get hurt.
Hurt so badly you may not see it,
But I feel it deep inside of me.
So one day i shall finally say goodnight life,
I shall not miss you,
Just goodnight life and good riddance.
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