Footprints

Isomniatic

Night comes and you worry to no end,

The frusturations and pain, all lodged into your brain

It makes you sick, you're insomniatic

A full moon, hidden from a blinding sun

Come, gather round, children and everyone

Hide from the light and shed your tears tonight

When you say "you're fine" you're not,

"It's nothing," when really, it's your everything

and you say you're done and want to run

Away, to a better place, but it's only in your dreams

And you're tumbling down like Jack with his crown

A place filled with nightmares, does anybody care?

You're insomniatic, you stay up all the time, 

Alone with your memories and sadistic treasuries

Praying to the moon, you'll be over soon