| It’s the same, each and every night
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| Glare at my screen with two big bloodshot eyes
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| I’m stuck self torturing
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| My meds are failing me Internal clock in smithereens
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| Can’t fix this, I’m hopeless
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| My eyes are stapled opened wide
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| As I lay down on my side
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| I am bouncing off these walls
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| Notice my hands begin to twitch
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| Unprovoked assaulting of my conscious wit
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| Me and the TV are enemies
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| Sickening static surrounds my mind
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| I’m losing time and realizing that
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| After days of thought
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| I’m stuck self torturing
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| My meds are failing me Internal clock in smithereens
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| Can’t fix this, I’m hopeless
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| My eyes are stapled opened wide
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| As I lay down on my side
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| I am bouncing off these walls
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| As I focus on the clock, try to feel but I can not
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| I should strap myself in bed
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| I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead
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| Talk to myself,
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| Lie in the darkness so content
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| As the Sun begins to rise
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| I can barely shut my eyes
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| This crazed delirious mess
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| Laughing at everything I see
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| My sanity is spent
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| Just tell me where my time went
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| I’m losing it Attention:
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| All insomniacs please raise your right hand
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| And kindly repeat after me I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead
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| Cause I’m stuck self torturing
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| My meds are failing me Internal clock in smithereens
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| Can’t fix this, I’m hopeless
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| My eyes are stapled oWened wide
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| As I lay down on my side
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| I am bouncing off these walls
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| As I focus on the clock, try to feel but I can not
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| I should strap myself in bed
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| I guess I’ll sleep when I am dead
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| I guess I’ll sleep when I am |