Changing  Tune-Counting  Sheep

I'm  sorry  for  feeling  sorry  for  myself

Feeling  helpless  could  be  helpful  with  a  little  help

Hopelessly  hopeful  that  my  dreams  will  come  true

It's  hard  to  focus  when  it's  only  day  dreaming  I  do

I'd  be  thoughtlessly  thoughtless  if  I  thought  it  would  work

But  I've  been  working  on  my  thought  process,  now  my  brain  hurts

In  bed,  wide  eyed,  awake,

I  pray  to  God,  if  he  exists,  my  mind  he'll  take

Never  any  sleep  between  these  sheets

But  I've  been  counting  sheep  for  weeks

Inside  my  head,  when  I'm  in  bed

Maybe  I'll  sleep  when  I'm  dead

Fighting  the  night  by  writing  lyrics  describing  the  act  of  sleep  depriving

Fighting  the  night  by  writing  lyrics  describing  the  act  of  sleep  depriving

I'll  go  insane  if  I  dont  get  some  rest

Why  am  I  emotional  when  I'm  motionless

Lately  it's  been  getting  later  'til  I  drift  away

But  I  know  fourty  winks  later  I'll  be  fast  awake

Getting  bored  of  bordering  the  state  of  conciousness

I'm  half  asleep  the  whole  time,  three  quarters  at  best

Down  I  lie  to  try  and  get  myself  some  shut-eye

To  no  surprise  I  find  my  eyelids  are  avoiding  my  eyes,  I'm  tired

Never  any  sleep  between  these  sheets

But  I've  been  counting  sheep  for  weeks

Inside  my  head,  when  I'm  in  bed

Maybe  I'll  sleep  when  I'm  dead

Fighting  the  night  by  writing  lyrics  describing  the  act  of  sleep  depriving

Fighting  the  night  by  writing  lyrics  describing  the  act  of  sleep  depriving

Fighting  the  night  by  writing  lyrics  describing  the  act  of  sleep  depriving

Fighting  the  night  by  writing  lyrics  describing  the  act  of  sleep  depriving