Torsken blir aldrig någon poet...


I have put myself to sleep
Cause there's hour I want to keep
Hours for me to heal
Cause this is not for real
I'm tired of beeing sick
It's like a joke and a bad trick
The doctors says I Will be ok soon
But seriousely, I allready should have been, at noon
I hope I Will feel and have a better day to tomorrow
Cause I just want to heal and kill the sorrow
It's now time for me to sleep
So I catch the hours, I really need to keep



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