Another Case of Insomnia

The empty sidewalks, the leering stares
Not scared anymore, nobody cares
Can it just be me and the moon
Why does the sun have to come so soon
I used to have dreams, now my mind's gone
Seems like the crazy in my head has won
The silhouettes on the wall are my friends
Those lonely romances, too, come to an end
Let the darkness envelope me, keep me warm
Let my insanity keep me away from the storm
Trying not to look at all I've left behind
Don't feel pity, just look after me, I'm blind
Keep marching on without destination
Succumbing to every inclination
Dissect every flaw, every whisper of fear
Keep my mind foggy, keep my thoughts clear
Wishing I had no memory
Wishing I had no sympathy
Can this feeling that I can't comprehend
Be killed, mutilated, put to an end?
Can it be walked out? Talked out?
Can it be drunk, drunk, drunk and knocked out?
My mind is just a hamster wheel
Getting tired, when really all I feel
Is insomnia and a case of common sense
Or maybe the air in the world's just dense
There is no cure for the sensitive people
The nice people, the worried people
The people like me
It's all I'll ever be
Never ending anxiety
Walking in circles, longing to be free
From my self

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