I don't go to sleep when I say I do.
But not because I'm not wanting to...
I'm always tired but the light's always on
the light inside of my mind never goes off.

I think of him often... More often than not
I wish I could hold him, and see him a lot.
And every night as I'm laying here...
I pretend he's beside me, even though he's there.

But when the hours pass by at this time of night
I do end up sleeping, even when I feel uneasy.