Twist and turn, ensconced within the sheets beneath
Grab hold of that soft pashmina, hide behind familiarity
Twist and turn and hide til for a split second comfort it'll bequeath
Savour that lie; as daylight breaks, head on shall you face reality
Tie your shoes, hold your breath and don't let the tears flow
You'll run the race, but you won't see the finish line
Just run and hide, try to escape, don't let your weakness show
They say past is past, but sometimes darkness clings like a vine
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