I've let you down, I'm sorry.
I'm leaving town, I’ll be back.
It hit you hard, didn't it?
You’ll get my card, we’ll outrun it.
I should have known, shouldn't I?
Actually I knew, just didn't buy.
It’s been long since you had tears down those
cheeks.
And now they’re back, thanks to me.
I'm weak, but I'm still awake.
I know you are too. Please sleep.
There’s something about the night, it’s all quite.
The filth inside, in constant fight.
Your silhouette, across that dark canvas.
That sight and I drive through the night.
The mistakes of my past, haunting me in this
silence.
I hear you ask, seeking my presence.
I've kept myself awake, won't give in.
Not again. Hopefully never again. For you.
Insomnia: The cure.
