Sleepless
Losing control of yourself
The vice grips the stronghold to your life
Losing sleep from counting sheep at night
I'm choking on the words
So spit them out
Help me believe that I am something
Not by any means we are nothing
I know these words are redundant
But I feel, I feel so fucking lost
This can't be me
So I hang my heavy head
Feels like I'm running on empty
Is there a way out
Feels like my heart isn't ready
To accept my reality, mistakes that I've made
The odds stacked against me there's no way
I'm getting out of this
Feels like I'm running on empty, yeah
Tossing and turning
These nightmares are burning me out
I'm sick of falling and never getting up
I'm sick of running from the ones that I love
Will I wake up, will my heart stop
Feels like I'm beginning to clock out
Is this worth the risk at all
To go for broke, is it
How is it from the other side of the coin
I'll admit to being wrong
Yet your tongue spits venomous shame
Peeling the skin from off of my face
My eyes see my next escape
Into the heavy night
Standing blank eyed in the rain
This can't be real
This isn't real
This can't be real
This isn't real
This isn't me
So I hang my heavy head
Feels like I'm running on empty
Is there a way out
Feels like my heart isn't ready
To accept my reality, mistakes that I've made
The odds stacked against me there's no way
I'm getting out of this
Feels like I'm running on empty, yeah
Feels like I'm running on empty, yeah
Will I clear my head and fall back to sleep
The vice grips the stronghold to your life
Losing sleep from counting sheep at night
I'm choking on the words
So spit them out
Help me believe that I am something
Not by any means we are nothing
I know these words are redundant
But I feel, I feel so fucking lost
This can't be me
So I hang my heavy head
Feels like I'm running on empty
Is there a way out
Feels like my heart isn't ready
To accept my reality, mistakes that I've made
The odds stacked against me there's no way
I'm getting out of this
Feels like I'm running on empty, yeah
Tossing and turning
These nightmares are burning me out
I'm sick of falling and never getting up
I'm sick of running from the ones that I love
Will I wake up, will my heart stop
Feels like I'm beginning to clock out
Is this worth the risk at all
To go for broke, is it
How is it from the other side of the coin
I'll admit to being wrong
Yet your tongue spits venomous shame
Peeling the skin from off of my face
My eyes see my next escape
Into the heavy night
Standing blank eyed in the rain
This can't be real
This isn't real
This can't be real
This isn't real
This isn't me
So I hang my heavy head
Feels like I'm running on empty
Is there a way out
Feels like my heart isn't ready
To accept my reality, mistakes that I've made
The odds stacked against me there's no way
I'm getting out of this
Feels like I'm running on empty, yeah
Feels like I'm running on empty, yeah
Will I clear my head and fall back to sleep
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Writer(s): Adam Linka
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