So many questions
Got me having sleepless nights
Yet I've found beauty in the struggle
Ugliness in my success
Long days and longer nights
From being built up
To be broken down
Finding love
To searching for love
What's half a heart
Or half a lung
When the mind feels strung
Filled with longing and desires
Nights feel colder then the desert
Yet her body warms me
While my conscience cries
My heart has frozen over
While my mind's focused
Less sleep means
More productivity
More ways to express myself
Pushing my life farther
Towards the spot light
I so desperately desire
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