we haunt our own dreams,
our own heads,
we can't find peace,
even in our own beds,
we lose our minds,
to save our skin,
our childish game,
you'll never win,
cause you can hide,
but you can't run,
your flesh will burn,
under the sun,
the dead will crawl,
up from the grave,
to join the living,
that misbehave.
spelling issues and love.
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