Awake at 4am,

talking to some stranger from America.

I don't even know how I got here, but whatevah.

And I'm such a mess when I'm like this.

In such poisonous bliss when I'm like this.

But I can't help myself, now can I, really?

Don't know when I'll learn, never maybe?

Oh I'm such a joke

but I'm not laughing.

Such a laughing stock,

but no-one laughing yet.

Kill my phone,

send me to sleep.

Lay me to rest,

leave me be!

I don't need this!

Frick this bliss!

I need my sleep,

make sure I don't peep.

Send me the hell to sleep!

To sleep!

To sleep, where I won't peep,

said, to sleep!

To sleep!

To the land of dreams!

Of reveries!

Of fantasies!

Forever fantasies!

When you sleep.

When will I sleep,

I just want to, need to sleep,

and I would sleep,

if it weren't for me.

But I've got to be me,

and make myself a mess.

Now I've got to sleep

and soon confess.

That I lacked sleep.

Then run away like a cowardice sheep.

Sleep, oh sleep.

And one day, I'll dream forever more,

of sweet fantasies, that'll never bore.

And I'll never wake up,

never have to ask for more.

Because I'll be dreaming and beaming like the silver moon of the night where all sleep.

All sleep.

But me.

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