These eyes are tired. This stomach is weak. iIve been vaguely thinking of why this could be. But, right now it isn't vague; it's a little bit more and in the back of my head is a thought. Perhaps it's this thinking and the things i'm repeating or maybe it's a little bit more.
I'm complete with sobriety and self-proclaimed notoriety of living a life without sleep. Now the wear, the tear, the feeling of nothing and this fatigue are starting to creep. My own deprivation just might be the answer, but maybe its a little bit more.
It keeps adding up, just like I had thought and it will only keep growing, I'm sure. There's a little bit more, a little bit more. There's a little bit more, of that I am sure.