It sneaks up on me in the silence of the night
Although I try to ward it off with all my might
But its tentacles dig in, plant their seeds deep
O at its invasion my insomniac soul does weep.
For I know that there goes another night’s rest
Some shut eye is what I’ll probably get at best
There will be no sweet dreams for my poor soul
Even thought getting a night’s rest was my goal.
Well, I guess it’s another night of toss and turn
I can’t sleep; my lost love makes my heart burn.
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