Every night It's the same story, staying up until one o'clock in the morning
Looking for something to keep me busy, keep me awake
So I don't have to close my eyes and sleep.
So I don't have to dream.
But after wearing myself down to the bone, my body has to rest.
And I dream hellish dreams of insanity, death and rage.
And when I wake up, I realize I have to face the reality of my nightmares
And I begin to weep.
Long, hard, gut-wretchingly so.
Grasping my sides, unable to breath, unable to think, unable to move.
And I curl into a ball, praying the torture of this world is almost over, almost through...
But for now I'm stuck