My old friend,
Your grasp, a never-ending bend.
Eyes wide, mind racing fast,
Another night, forever cast.
In wakeful misery, I lay,
Counting sheep that won't stay away.
A prisoner, in my own mind,
Till morning's light, I'm confined.
My old friend,
With the devil, I have dined
To you I lied
I hate being by your side
I wish to run away
From this gloom and gray
Never to cross your path
I can deal with this aftermath
Just to dream
For you, I will hold a requiem
Let me go
I am done with this to and frow,
Find someone else to hold
I can't deal with this, I am getting old