I hate the way you make me ruminate,
In silence, I carry all the weight.
I need my fix, my mind fixates,
In the haze, memories dissipate.
Slip from my grasp, thoughts start to fade,
Lost in the dark, where dreams cascade.

I hate the way you make me ruminate,
In silence, I carry all the weight.
I need my fix, my mind fixates,
In the haze, memories dissipate.
Slip from my grasp, thoughts start to fade,
Lost in the dark, where dreams cascade.
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