On summer nights
I get depressed
I need more sleep
I need some rest
I can't count sheep
I can't get dressed
I drown myself in regret
suffocated by all the stress
I can't remember
I can't forget
I need some help
I'm in distress

On summer nights,
I'm on a quest
to **** my mind
and guard my chest
I'm at the bottom
I won't contest
taunting me, on my desk
are pills of happiness
I won't digest

On summer nights,
I start a trek
I'll think in black
I'll bleed in red
I won't give in
I'll try my best
I'll walk the tightrope
step by step
I'll win again
I'll beat the test
Alive today
I'm not dead yet