Insomnia

When you're stuck just drifting in between, Empty thoughts and troubled dreams. And our lives full with complexities. So you're left suspended next to sleep. And it should be easier to find, elusive peace of mind. But as we close our eyes, how much can we leave, behind. As you toe the line you think you see, Fragments of your destiny. And it feels like purgatory, And you're balanced in between. Behind us lives we've broken the masses they have spoken: it's on our hands. No matter how you try to better yourself, it's tearing up your heart, tearing you apart... And it should be easier to find, elusive peace of mind. But as we close our eyes, how much can we leave... And it should be easier to find, elusive peace of mind. But as we close our eyes, how much can we leave... When you're stuck just drifting in between, Empty thoughts and troubled dreams. And our lives full with complexities. So you're left suspended next to sleep.