the 20 hour days are wearing you down your reaction to 
everything is a frown your equilibrium is screaming 
inside all you want is to run and hide you want to go out 
but have no reason you want to go out but no one wants 
your pleasing the red in your eyes seems to never stop 
close your eyes or youre gonna drop reality is knocking 
at your door the ticking of time means nothing to you 
people walk by and get scared of you your shirt tails out 
just wandering about youre in the insomniacs world you 
thought that you could just get by but working all night 
it just wont fly loneliness hurts you friends still exist 
they wont put up with your angry fits your lack of 
friends caused by sarcasm created from your little 
syndrome sleep deprivation is in your head close your 
eyes or youll wind up dead