Sleeping used to be easy.
Restless
You are intruding in my personal space
Because I own my mind
Even though you own my heart
And I won't rent my dreams
To my living nightmares
Tosses and turns aren't as exhilarating
When they aren't butterflies in my stomach
But violent competitions between regret and satisfaction
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