i guess it's alright being an insomniac
the thought that darkness won't attack
it's all ok! perfect as can be!
who cares if you miss a little sleep.
it's perfectly normal staying up all night
you hear cars pass at the speed of light
you have fun in the silence! oh what joy!
play with your mind like a kid with a toy!
but it's not always alright as an insomniac
sometimes exhaustion creeps up in a snap
one second you cocked your mag
ready to fire, to finally feel fine
and the next you drag
your heart rate sags
one minute you are full of life and the next your eyes are replaced with strife
coated in smoke,
the smoke from your past.
the time you tripped
the time you cried
the time you yelled
the time you died
perception is key, you know every way
when you stay up til 3 nearly every day
it's alright being an insomniac sometimes
until it plays with your mind
oh what joy!
play with your mind like a kid with a toy!
play with your mind like a kid with a toy?
