Counting Sheep

I lie here awake on the bed,

All covered with scars

Caused by you, how dare you.

I’m crying my eyes out,

All because of you,

You little selfish bitch.

I just want to run away from you

Where you can’t catch me.

I just want to hide away from you,

Where you can’t find me.

I need a glass of absinthe,

So I can visualize you gone;

I need a bottle of painkillers,

So I can get rid of you;

I need to go to rehab,

So you won’t come near me.

I need to leave this place,

But I can’t. I can’t leave this maze.

So I have to count sheep.

I’m counting sheep to be

Farther away from you,

You selfish, beating bitch.

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