Insomnia.

The sunlight is fading away from the sky,
Another night wasted, staying up picturing most of the world's population fast asleep.
I wish I were them.
Dreaming peacefully in their beds'.

Nothing to do, but stare at the wall and make out shapes in the dented wood covered with chipped white paint.
It's nights, that make a person think of foolish and negitive things.
Normally a person would gaze at the stars and think; 'Nightime is so peaceful and loving.'
Not at all - well at least for the people who have such a curse.

A curse.
That's exactly what it is!
The dame thing can be solved by pills.
But what if they... just don't work!

So I lay here in my bed - that's seems to be getting uncomfortable every restless night - staring at my wall.
Light pours into my window as I sigh, as least I get to witness a beautiful sunrise.
Then again who I'm I kidding, I hate it - it proves I didn't sleep!
This curse... this curse is insomnia.