My only love is sleep.
The meaning of every word, like a knife wound, deep.
  The smell of you lingers in the air.
How the hell is any of this fair?
  Tell them to look me in the eyes, and tell me they care.
You were a diamond in the rough, rare.
  At night, I find myself weeping.
Afternoon, I'm mostly sleeping.
I've sowed it all, now I'm stuck reaping.
  An eye for an eye, leaves the whole world blind.
But I want to be blind, or asleep. To witness the images of you burned into my mind.
  Life is just a bunch of plays. Comedies.
To many of them, now turned. Tragedies.