Sleep

Ever since I was little I've done my best to avoid it if I can. When I finally do fall asleep, it's usually never the plan. I can fight and fight, but it's always in vain. All it ever does is cause me pain. Dreams, Nightmares... They're all the same. I wish there were a better way to explain. So, I go and go till I give out. I can't explain myself so then you begin to doubt. I fall asleep, I dream... Then I start to toss, turn, and then I shout. When I sleep I dream... No rest. My dreams are so real... All I feel is stressed. Sleep... If I could I would never again Because from all around me I feel disdain Damn it, I wish there were a better way to explain. I cannot quiet my brain. My dreams bring me pain. I don't know how much longer I can maintain. Sustain. Trying to fix it, it's all in vain. Profane. I wish from sleeping I could abstain. Restrain. I wish the cause I could ascertain. My dreams are far from mundane So rest is out of reach, I cannot obtain But for you, I've learned to feign.