It's dark again,
And I still can't sleep
I miss you now, and I'll miss you then
Forget about counting sheep.

My ceiling's white, as always
And the lights forever dark
Waiting for the sun's first rays,
So with my pen, I'll make these marks.

For I have no more tears to cry
And my blades are dull and lost
So my pillows are nice and dry
If only I had known the cost

It's midnight now
And I'd love to think
That lucidity would take a bow
And the red numbers would fade to pink

My eyelids stay open
To keep the dreams at bay
My parents fighting in the den,
and into sleep, I cannot drift away.