كلمات Counting Sheep

I'm sorry for feeling sorry for myself Feeling helpless could be helpful with a little help Hopelessly hopeful that my dreams will come true It's hard to focus when it's only day dreaming I do I'd be thoughtlessly thoughtless if I thought it would work But I've been working on my thought process, now my brain hurts In bed, wide eyed, awake I pray to God, if he exists, my mind he'll take Never any sleep between these sheets But I've been counting sheep for weeks Inside my head, when I'm in bed Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving I'll go insane if I dont get some rest Why am I emotional when I'm motionless Lately it's been getting later 'til I drift away But I know fourty winks later I'll be fast awake Getting bored of bordering the state of conciousness I'm half asleep the whole time, three quarters at best Down I lie to try and get myself some shut-eye To no surprise I find my eyelids are avoiding my eyes, I'm tired Never any sleep between these sheets But I've been counting sheep for weeks Inside my head, when I'm in bed Maybe I'll sleep when I'm dead Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving Fighting the night by writing lyrics describing the act of sleep depriving