I'm having trouble trying to sleep
I'm couting sheep but running out
As time ticks by
But still I try
No rest for crop top in my mind
On my own
Here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Right up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Looked up and spun out in my room
On my own
Here we go
My mind is set on overdrive
The clock is laughing in my face
A crooked spine
My senses dulled
That's the point of deleruim
On my own
Here we go
My eyes feel like they're gonna bleed
Right up and bulging out my skull
My mouth is dry
My face is numb
Looked up and spun out in my room
On my own
Here we go




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