Pitch black, every room full in a home
The heater on 3, but the home stays cold
Same thoughts on repeat and it's out of control
Retain more info when it's told and retold
I feel a type of way when it's damp and it rains
Think about growing up, each night, every day
Don't really know who I am
Don't know what to say
Now every night, I just lay here awake
So I wanna send everyone a text
With something like, " Yes... No... Yes..."
So, tappity tap on the screen, press, press
Hopes to stimulate and feel less alone
Let's talk about school and then digress
Still solus and brain's on its own
~Tina Meeks
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