This Is Honestly Just Random Nonsense At This Point

here i am, 5am, yet again, so predictable
this insomnia making counting sheep a fairy tale
it's like the devil, he's keeping my eyes open wide
telling me "this is what life's all about, so fail"

overthinking, mind is sprinting towards no finish line
by the end, can i even claim my mind as mine?
there's nothing i can do except wait for a time
when i can exhale and let this weight subside

hello again, friend of a friend
it's been months since i've seen your face
hello again, dawn of the end
my mind's just running in place

why do i make so much haste?

goddamn, i'm seeing shadows again
hallucinating images i never thought i'd see again