I'm sorry for feeling sorry for myself Feeling helpless could be helpful with a little help Hopelessly hopeful that my dreams will come true It's hard to focus when it's only day dreaming I do I'd be thoughtfully thoughtless if I thought it would work But I've been working on my thought process now my brain hurts In bed, wide eyed, awake I pray to God, if he exists, my mind he'll take
Never any sleep between these sheets But I've been counting sheep for weeks Inside my head when I'm in bed Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead
Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving
I'll go insane if I don't get some rest Why am I emotional when I am motionless? Lately it's been getting later til I drift away But I know 40 winks later I'll be fast awake Getting bored of bordering the state of consciousness I'm half asleep the whole time, three quarters at best Down I lie to try and get myself some shut eye To no surprise I find my eyelids are avoiding my eyes, I'm tired
Never any sleep between these sheets But I've been counting sheep for weeks Inside my head when I'm in bed Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead
Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving
Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving