It's hard to sleep
It's easy to weep
I can't count sheep
This means to me
To me, it's easy
Easy to breath
When something goes wrong
I try to find the positives in me
But your feelings are hurting
And so are mine
I'm finding it hard to define this line
Why should I care about the matter that doesn't?
It doesn't because you were there and I wasn't
Have you ever been placed somewhere you do not want to be?
Have you imagined what you would be doing if you were free?
When I pass people I wonder if they see my face in their dreams
Often, I confuse my dreams with reality and my reality with my dreams
So nothing is real
And now I can sleep.