When I was younger I use to stay up so I wouldn't wet the bed.
Now my thoughts leak out my heart of what my past did.
As I try and try not to fall asleep, I told  dreams "you win".
Where my feet goes..? I don't know it's up to them.
For I Followed my heart and even that sometimes is number 10..
With a side dish of tears and seasoned pies.
I use to stay up so I would not get my covers wet,
So I stopped drinking thoughts so my morning won't be upset.

Is it bad that I wait for death?
Is it bad that I stayed up all night just to see the mess?
Was it Good for me to sleep without sheets as I cover myself with "I'ma do best"?