When in the down I sink my head,
  Sleep, Death's twin-brother, times my breath;
  Sleep, Death's twin-brother, knows not Death,
Nor can I dream of thee as dead:

I walk as ere I walk'd forlorn,
  When all our path was fresh with dew,
  And all the bugle breezes blew
Reveillee to the breaking morn.

But what is this? I turn about,
  I find a trouble in thine eye,
  Which makes me sad I know not why,
Nor can my dream resolve the doubt:

But ere the lark hath left the lea
  I wake, and I discern the truth;
  It is the trouble of my youth
That foolish sleep transfers to thee.

When the darkness calls
Go back to cryptic
Messages in spilled ink and brittle crumbling words
That appear before eyes, fleeting, unstable and careening right off the pages
Just like the minds we own while we try to disown them
As we distance ourselves from ourselves and the love of others
Our hearts stalling, we stop in our tracks as life keeps moving
It passes by, leaving trails like shadows creeping up from behind
A gift unkind, toothless grinning fate on a mirthless night

History
Delicate, desolate history
Full of you and me’s
I’ve grown attached to these heartbeats
Time resounds, do you hear it
It’s for you and me

I hope that one day I will actually be able to do things right.
I hope that one day I don't have to hide my head.
I hope that one day I will be skinny enough for ballet.
I hope that one day I can look in the mirror and smile.
I hope that one day I graduate college and move to a cute town.
I hope that one day I fall in love.

I am running out of hope
It's drizzling out my eyes and falling on the floor at my toes
I can't pick it up and put it back in my system.
I am running out of options.
I want to succeed but my life doesn't seem to work like that
I am so exhausted.