I need some rest I need to sleep but all I do is count the sheep a hundred more I'm still awake My eyes withdrawn my mouth agape So when will I forget to breathe The way you did inside of me I want to dream and travel far Away from everything you are 'cause where I go you cannot come you'll not survive where i am from The world is made of what we feel So stop pretending this is real You never were, I never was The lie we made is both of us
a broad classification of sleeping disorders that make it difficult to get to sleep, or to remain sleeping