Mind Control...

Morning. . .every morning I die a little
i’m losing my mind. The way I think is
not the same; have I lost my sight?
did someone turn out the lights?

Can you find me somebody to love then?
on this night I pray, for one who’ll stay
nausea confusing my brain clouds
thinking is sickening to do now
rest is hard to find somehow
on this night I pray, for another way
lord, one day-someday I want to be free
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