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It’s 2 AM once again, I’m sucking down my last cigarette to the very bitter end. And can I pretend that today wasn’t another long wasted worry and time, like all the others? I’m 25, I feel I slept through my whole life. Must be why nowadays I can’t even sleep one night. Asking myself about relationships I’m breaking, while looking at myself through eyes of realization. Time is wasting ticking ‘round the axes. Clocks last forever but times they get drastic. I’m sticking to the one thing I got. Late at night the world sleeps, but the music never stops.
