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Insomnia

Insomnia


I'm feeling so tired, I've got work tomorrow morning;
I need to go to sleep, my body is exhausted.
I know tomorrow I'll have to move,
but I just won't have the energy.
Am I the only one like this? My girlfriends sleeps beside me.


She sleeps so peacefully, falls straight to sleep;
I'm glad she cannot see me weep.
I hate the fact that she can sleep, I feel so very jealous.
I wish I could just sleep in peace;
I've lay here now for four whole hours.


Insomnia stops me sleeping, seems I'll never get to sleep.
Insomnias a mental disease that no-one understands.
Insomnia's my personal punishment,
you can't imagine what it's like.
Insomnia does my fucking head in; please give me a helping hand.


It's three in the morning; I just want to go to sleep.
Why does my life, have to be like this?
Every night I lay in bed just staring up at the ceiling;
Knowing that for hours, I'll be laying here just thinking.


I just need to go to sleep; I've got nothing else to do.
I've had this all my adult life; I wish you had it too.
Then you would understand, what this feeling’s like;
To pray to fall asleep, not stay awake throughout the night.
To see the sun, come up when you’re knackered,
Is not a good feeling, when you are so tired.


I can't switch off, I'm wide awake,
I lay in bed, my eyes are closed.
All I can do is sit here and wait,
Until I pass out, but when? Who knows?


I need to sleep, I need to sleep,
I need to sleep, I need to sleep,
I need to sleep, I need to sleep,
I need to stop thinking of it.


But my mind's awake and I can't stop thinking,
It happens every night.
Oh when will this torture end?
The end is not in sight.


It's four in the morning; I just want to go to sleep.
Why does my life, have to be like this?
Every night I lay in bed just staring up at the ceiling;
Knowing that for hours, I'll be laying here just thinking.



It's been ten years now and my sleeping is still not right.
I can't remember before it; I don't recall what life was like.
I'm sure I must have slept okay, when I was just a kid;
But now I'm in my twenties, it seems it's always been like this.


Denied from sleeping, no rest for me;
is this the way things have to be?
The doctor gives me sleeping tablets,
but still I cannot seem to sleep.
They make things worse, for they knock me out;
But I'd wake up at four in the morning,
so I had to throw them out.


It's five in the morning; I just want to go to sleep.
Why does my life, have to be like this?
Every night I lay in bed just staring up at the ceiling;
Knowing that for hours, I'll be laying here just thinking.


I'm thinking of a cosy bed,
A nice warm quilt to wrap me in.
A lovely dream inside my head;
An end to insomnia is my favorite dream.


Being awake all night and sleeping all day,
Is what my life has now come to.
When I work I get only three hours sleep;
I can't wake up the following day.


I fall asleep on the bus into work each day
And end up miles away.
Two am is still day time to me,
I guess it will always be this way.


(C) 2005 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

Submitted: Tuesday, December 03, 2013


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