Sleepless nights are a routine
What does it have to take just to dream
I\'m only fifteen and I\'m worrying about things that are unclean and unseen.
I\'m in a daze.
I\'m realizing it\'s not a phase.
I haven\'t slept in nearly a week.
My mind is going to freak
No one knows
No one cares
That sometimes the only sleep I get
Is in a school chair
I can\'t fall asleep
this disorder is elite
I\'m begging and crying
As my eyes are prying
At the sight of my bed
But I guess the only sleep I\'ll ever get
Is when I\'m dead.