A sleepless night, no dreams here,
If only there were something to do,
No sleeping hour e're draws near,
Wondering what will come.
Paranoia has set in because of a thing,
It's odd, I think for this to appear,
It's not of person place nor saying,
But of what I am simply thinking.
I think of the things that I've done strange,
I start to worry when it happens,
But there is nothing, no change,
I need help from someone close.
They try to help, but to no avail,
I say "Thanks, I'll try again,"
But it seems as though I will fail,
Walking down and endless trail.
Ah, here's sleep, come for me,
I'll see you tomorrow, just friends, the three.