All in all I lay awake
Thinking of the mess I got myself into.
How I lie through my teeth and say that I'm fine,
But the bags under my eye's say otherwise.
I lay awake feeling 'normal' as ever
Even though I haven't eating properly in days
My doctor became concern
So I now take pills to help me do something as simple as closing my eyes.
But then again these help
Me sleep and the other one's kept me
Happy. I now have pills shove down my throat to help,
Enter a world of nothing but darkness and maybe a nightmare or two.
