I can’t sleep my dreams are rare
My eyes often to me deceive,
When I see things that aren’t really there
Restless nights trying to figure out the mystery where
Why I can’t sleep my eyes kept open to see
A world when I’m tired I wish wasn’t there
I Always have bags under my eyes but I don’t care
I got stoner eyes from the lack of sleep
I hear about people getting great nights of sleep how unfair
Zombiefied mornings into space I often stare
People talking but I don’t heed
It seems everyone’s thoughts they try to share
Riding out my insomnia I often dare
To the sandman I try to pay my creed
I wish I could but my sleep is scarce
At least deja-vu is fun to bear
I’ve always done or seen things before I believe
To make sure its true I give everything a second stare
But atleast I always remember to spike my hair
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