I'm sorry for
feeling sorry for myself
Feeling helpless could be helpful with
a little help
Hoplessly hopeful that my
dreams would come true
It's hard to focus when
it's only day dreaming I do
I'd be thoughfully 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
sheeps for weeks
Inside my head, when I'm in bed
Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead
Fighting the night by writing
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The act of sleep depriving
Fighting the night by writing
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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 till I drift away
But I know fourty winks later
I'll be fast awake
Getting bored of bordering
the state of conciousness
I'm half asleep the whole time, three-
quarters at be st
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 sheeps
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