Can't sleep But I wake up In a dim lit room From lamps on the street Can't move But my arms will sink Into the covers Where I don't have to think Can't yell 'Cause quicksand is thick Down my throat I'd rather give in Enveloped by blankets Swallowing tears Dying like this I'm facing my fears Of death and the darkness I'm deaf and I'm blind Get me out of this hell And more importantly, My mind.