Insomnia = really bad poetry...

Guess I just had an image of you that couldn’t be broken,
I left you up on my pedestal long after you’d forgotten,
Never thought you’d changed the smile on your face,
Now there’s no trace of who you were way back when…

What did you let her do to you?

Fooled myself into thinking we meant something,
Can’t get passed the insignificance of what I am in your head,
Has it been too long?
Are you that far gone?

All these feelings make my mind stumble,
Ignorance is my best defense and it seems better that way,
This ain’t no time for regrettin’,
I don’t sleep that good anyway…

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