Sleepless sheep, now we are allowed
to wonder exactly who it is you count.

You lie there, twisting, turning, another night.
Alone, you are burning, but you are alright.

If silence is golden, then Midas you would be.
You hold all the control, if only I could see

the demons that are dreaming inside of your head,
I won't try to pry, they can go on and hide, instead...

I won't say a word, I will swallow them all.
I won't be your rise, you won't be my fall.

Just promise me one thing when this is to end,
you'll know I did the best for you, as a friend,

to understand why I was being pushed away at all.
Are your problems too big or my answers too small?.