Thoughts Like Clockwork
The clockwork gears inside my mind keep turning,
And my stomach seems to be churning,
With all these thoughts of you,
I honestly don’t know what to do.
I’m down in the dumps,
And I feel so stuck,
Here in the middle again.
I guess I wish I were dead.
I know that’s not the answer,
But I don’t think I can handle myself,
Here on my own in this sea of crowded lives.
My eyes wanna cry,
But I just wanna sleep,
And dream of nothing but you.
Copyright © Autumn Patrick | Year Posted 2014
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