Insomnia hits again.
I’m sick of the bad dreams hunting my distorted brain.
My eyes want to sleep so bad.
But my heart feels deeply sad.
Because sleep for me is like a trip to hell.
Because sleep only has horror stories to tell.
Insomnia hits again.
I’m sick of the bad dreams hunting my distorted brain.
My eyes want to sleep so bad.
But my heart feels deeply sad.
Because sleep for me is like a trip to hell.
Because sleep only has horror stories to tell.