Sweet Dreams
Sometimes I can't stop thinking
Stuff keeps growing in my head
I try to turn my mind off
But I keep getting out of bed
Sleep is just a mystery
Something we do at night
It rests the mind and body
But my mind puts up a fight
Tossing and turning is a ritual
Trying to find the right spot
Convincing yourself you're sleepy
Even tho you know you're not
Night and day have no meaning
The two are one in the same
Sleep has somehow betrayed you
And there's no one for you to blame
You try all the conventional medicine
Nothing helps at all that you take
So, I'll be here in the morning
When the rest of you finally awake
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