I couldn't sleep last night, my ears were ringing in my head. I may be better off here dead. running on empty once again. too tired for tears I dread. sink deed into those magic dreams while I blast off in my bed.
three hours later and I'm staring at the ceiling still. xanex does nothing more but calm the sleeping thrill. turning the pillows round and round to find the cold spot for my head. ah, bless my only friend.
I feel my body's lost control, my knees get weak as I drift away. and it gets darker and darker. dreaming's where I am.
and I threw my whole night down the drain. you know cause everyone says that I'm not the same since I changed my name.
