文本歌词

I need some sleep,
You can't come home like this.
I tried counting sheep,
But that's all I've always missed.
From these past years I never get enough time,
To lie down on a mattress always up until the sunshines.
You can taste my thoughts and hear me breathing, while I'm staring
At the ceiling, meaning, you can wonder why I'm down and sinking.
Deeper in thoughts, I ought've been drinking instead,
And by then this microphone would never be my bestfriend.
I mean, I tell it everything about me,
My life and my problems, and my deepest secrets in me.
I turned as an insomniac, my sleep is opposite I guess,
I ain't treating me right, I'm never getting rest.
They say the key to success involves a straight mind,
Fine, you think I'm crazy? Tell me who's evolving in time.
No one, it's a long process, unless you're skipping steps,
It's messed, you bare the feelings in your chest.
It's never easy being me, I've always wondered when my life is done,
I can't sleep, I wait for the morning sun.
I drown myself in caffeine every evening,
As it seems that my dreams are only seen when I'm sleeping.
Obviously I got a problem, so I probably need some therapy,
Before I start hallucinating; feeling empty.
And I just hope that it stays as an illusion,
As I look to myself can you can tell me a conclusion?
Or a solution, but there isn't an equation to solve,
Appalled but I don't want anybody getting involved.
In this, it's prime like it's Optimus,
But as I write this, I waste ink like an octopus.
I put intelligence on paper formulating letters,
For the better, it's a skill to make the words fit together.
I make my own necessities and reposing's never one,
Most of those who doze pause in motion.
Supposedly, I just gave you a story of my sleep,
And tonight's another night on my feet.