Thinking of You
As I lay upon my pillow fell
Upon the pillow I know so well
Resting with each feather
Savoring one inch after the other
Resting upon this bed so clean
I think about the sorrows means
Reaching and look back
The way events seem to stack
Flickering through the reel
Thinking about how I feel
Fueling out my anger
Ignoring all the danger
Thinking always that it will change
Realizing the falsehood as I rearrange
Nothing more can I do
But rest my eye and not think of you
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