leave my door open just a crack,
'cause i feel like such an insomniac,
why do i tire of counting sheep,
when i'm far too tired to fall asleep.
why is it i can never sleep?
i have too much to think about that for some reason never gets thought about when i'm not under my duvet. the darkness scares me, as much as it pains me to say. i don't like the thought of not knowing what's coming. what's just around the corner. i dislike dreams. they trick you into believing something can happen when really it can't. and nightmares, speak for themselves. noone wants to be killed in their mind, do they? i like to be under my duvet though, away from the world and in my own space. i like to pretend that i'm somewhere that in reality, i'm no where near. i hate the fact that when i switch off the light, i have to put my head under the duvet, because i'm too much of a pussy to have my head out for some reason. man up, hatti.
sometimes dreams can cheer you up though, if it's something so out of the blue that it would just be stupid to believe that could ever happen. and sometimes, when i've screwed my head on straight, i can realise that the dreams i do have are just crap and i'd be a twat to believe they would ever happen. but i guess sometimes it's nice just to have that little thing that cheers you up.
it's hard to say i'd rather stay awake when i'm asleep, 'cause everything is never as it seems when i fall asleep.
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