I got to bed every night
Dreaming dreams of sweet, joyful delight,
I wake up sweaty, scared, and cold.
Forced on smile, feeling old.
Smile; you're lucky, loved and wanted
So why the hell do i feel so haunted?
Laugh; you were born and bred a winner
And bitterness made me a sinner.
Let's grow old and loose all passion,
Youth has just outdated fashion.
I burned out slowly in October,
Did I have fun? I can't remember,
I was old and now I am dead,
No more nightmares in my head!
Sarah Jane Hunt
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