When it’s quiet, my thoughts are loud.

At midnight, when there is no sound.

Try to sleep tight, but I start to drown.

It’s my thoughts, —- anxiety. —- "Panic!" — inside of me.

If you fucked up, then you’ll vibe with me.

All these cryptic fucking demons, love to side with me.

("Me and myself"), mental rivalry.

Because --

I just wanna fucking sleep for once tonight!

Don’t wanna fucking face it; too tired to fight.

G-g-go away; stay away. I’ll deal with it another day.

'Nother day. --- cause I'm not okay.

Frequently wonder, what is wrong.

(With me)

Frequently ponder, and write sad songs.

(Sadly)

bad thoughts - They hide away - Turn night they come to play.

(Fuck me)

I just wanna fucking sleep for once tonight!

Don’t wanna fucking face it; too tired to fight.

G-g-go away; stay away. I’ll deal with it another day.

'Nother day. --- cause I'm not okay.

I can’t keep on pretending;

That I’m fine, while my world is ending.

Heart broken, it needs mending.

Please please -

I’m tired — of the noise, of the pain.

I’m tired of dealing with my own fucking brain.

I’m tired of this night, I’m tired of my life.

So fucking tired, but I’m still gonna fight.