Tossing and turning til it’s almost morning,
With troubled breaths, tears are forming,
Intrusive thoughts like ageing and dying,
What ifs and I should haves are crippling,
Down my spine, giving me shivers,
To my brain, provoking.
Tossing and turning til it’s almost morning,
With troubled breaths, tears are forming,
Intrusive thoughts like ageing and dying,
What ifs and I should haves are crippling,
Down my spine, giving me shivers,
To my brain, provoking.