Two o' clock at night, another day behind and I'm lying 
in my bed, tomorrow's still ahead. The moon is shining 
bright, it's glow brings out a light that's lightning up 
my room, I hope I'll be sleeping soon. I try to close my 
eyes, but voices in my mind have many things to say. So 
I'm still awake. I can't sleep every night's the same, 
they're playing the same sick game. Discussions in my 
head. The cause that I can't sleep in my own bed. The 
morning I wake up, bags beneath my eyes, sulky as I am.