Sleepless is what I am
Sleepless is what I always will be
Wanna know why?
You try sleeping
With pain and hurt screaming at you
Pills don't help
They never did
Maybe an overdose will do
Then these sleepless nights will stop
Suicide is another way
My knife is always ready for me
Nobody will ever care
At least I'll finally get some rest.
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