When I asked myself the other day I came to realise I'm not ok

I've burned my fingers bad before I've seen myself through worse I'm sure

But just the same I'm really not ok



Oh how I wish that I could sleep

I try but won't just sink that deep

My fingers won't stop aching so tired yet awaken

Or should I let it all loose and just weep



I've been pacing up and down my floors I have lost all sense of time

I sometimes halt and ask myself if I'm about to loose my mind



All in all I know ::



From when I get up way past lunch time I keep on asking myself

If when the night falls hard on all I'm up to pace around again



All in all I know ::