Insomnia (Lyrics)

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Song Lyrics  |  House: Booksie Classic
Insomnia seems to be what I am suffering from this... morning....

Guess I'll call this poetry even though it is a little song with a strange beat I kept playing out in my head :P.

Submitted: August 05, 2010

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Insomnia seems to be what I am suffering from this... morning....

Guess I'll call this poetry even though it is a little song with a strange beat I keep hearing in my head :P. Sorry if it sounds choppy, that's just the way it's playing out right now :D.

Insomnia

Summer days are gone,
leaving me scratching my head,
wondering what is next.
Don’t know what is next,
but I feel like I,
have to figure it out soon.

Only eighteen,
but eighteen seems so old.
Aint gonna live forever you know.
So I’ve been told.

Seems like my life’s in the fast track,
but I’m just trying to step back,
again and again.
Just want to move forward,
but that direction seems harder,
with every blank I’m filling in.

And tonight I’m still awake,
cause I can’t sleep,
even though it’s 3 in the morning.
Yeah it’s 3 in the morning,
but I can’t sleep.

Cause my head is filled with worry,
with a future so blurry,
and there’s nothing there to steady my,
wobbly, stumbling feet.

Yeah I feel so old,
Though there’s a long way to go,
At least I’ve been told.

Now my feet are numb,
and my eyes are droopy,
and I’m wondering why,
I’m feeling so moody,
and I just can’t put my finger,
on the point.

Of venting out these frustrations,
That have clouded my head,
When all I want to do,
Is get to bed.
Oh that’s right,
It’s because I can’t.

So I took this time,
To write a song,
In which I can’t even recite,
All that is wrong.
So to sum it all up,
Life sometimes sucks.

And tonight I’m still awake,
cause I can’t sleep,
even though it’s 3 in the morning.
Yeah it’s 3 in the morning,
but I can’t sleep.

Cause my head is filled with worry,
with a future so blurry,
and there’s nothing there to steady my,
wobbly, stumbling feet.

Yeah I feel so old,
Though there’s a long way to go,
At least I’ve been told.

There’s a long way to go,
At least I’ve been told.


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