Turning Point

The turning point's coming closer,
And you wished that it'd be over.
The weight's too great
And you're too tired to wait.
It can't be seen,
Not even in a dream.
And it's hard to sleep.
It's too hard to sleep.
I just can't sleep.

What's in the room?
Sweet rose perfume.
It can't be seen,
Not even in a dream.
The weight's too great
And you're too tired to wait.
You've waited so long.
I'm sorry I'm taking too long.
I'm taking too long.

The End

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