Here it goes
The secret that no one knows,
I've been losing sleep and
I cant count sheep because my mind is always on and
No matter how far gone I feel, my mind is always active
And every inch of it is full of contemplating and my new found memories are penitrating what should be my sanctuary
But on the contrary I can't say I've ever been fine till your light could see my eyes and
I wish we had met under different circumstances where all Wed do is exchange a few glances
But the world seems to be cruel and the tool to make us work is to put on a bigger shirt and grow up before we're even ready
And
With palms sweaty we take on responsibility of those we die for
But by the end
It leaves our eyes sore because the world is cruel and the only tool is to shut down completely
And know that the weak me is stumbling around
With no sleep but keeps on counting sheep because things need to get better and
The longer you take to forget her the deeper your hole will be until you're like me
I'm already six feet deep and killed myself by counting sheep...
