When the world turns off its light to sleep,
with the day ever so weak;
that's when I feel you.
From a distance, gaining speed;
and then you hit me head on.
My head spins out of control,
but you're out of sight; nowhere near;
not stopping, not caring, just whizzing by.
Is this how it's supposed to end,
that I never get to see your pretty face.
It haunts me, it daunts me; so difficult to breathe.
Like magic, you control me, consume me;
then spit me out.
Left in the cold, once again,
I'm all alone.
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