Counting Sheep

I'm sorry for feeling sorry for myself
 Feeling helpless could be helpful with a little help
 Hopelessly hopeful that my dreams will come true
 It's hard to focus when it's only day dreaming I do
 I'd be thoughtfully thoughtless if I thought it would work
 But I've been working on my thought process now my brain hurts
 In bed, wide eyed, awake
 I pray to God, if he exists, my mind he'll take

 Never any sleep between these sheets
 But I've been counting sheep for weeks
 Inside my head when I'm in bed
 Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead

 Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving
 Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving

 I'll go insane if I don't get some rest
 Why am I emotional when I am motionless?
 Lately it's been getting later til I drift away
 But I know 40 winks later I'll be fast awake
 Getting bored of bordering the state of consciousness
 I'm half asleep the whole time, three quarters at best
 Down I lie to try and get myself some shut eye
 To no surprise I find my eyelids are avoiding my eyes, I'm tired

 Never any sleep between these sheets
 But I've been counting sheep for weeks
 Inside my head when I'm in bed
 Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead

 Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving
 Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving

 Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving
 Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving