SLEEP

Ever since I was little I've done my best to avoid it if I can.

When I finally do fall asleep, it's usually never the plan.

I can fight and fight, but it's always in vain.

All it ever does is cause me pain.

Dreams, Nightmares... They're all the same.

I wish there were a better way to explain.

So, I go and go till I give out.

I can't explain myself so then you begin to doubt.

I fall asleep, I dream... Then I start to toss, turn, and then I shout.

When I sleep I dream... No rest.

My dreams are so real... All I feel is stressed.

Sleep... If I could I would never again

Because from all around me I feel disdain

Damn it, I wish there were a better way to explain.

I cannot quiet my brain.

My dreams bring me pain.

I don't know how much longer I can maintain.

Sustain.

Trying to fix it, it's all in vain.

Profane.

I wish from sleeping I could abstain.

Restrain.

I wish the cause I could ascertain.

My dreams are far from mundane

So rest is out of reach, I cannot obtain

But for you, I've learned to feign.