insomnia

03.45 my alarm is due 2 hours till it lights up my phone I’m laid staring at the ceiling Wrapped up in bed on my own So quiet so eerie There isn’t a sound It’s cold and dark There’s no one around I hear myself breathing The kids snoring away Yet I can’t sleep, so here I lay In the hours I’ve lay here My thoughts going wild The things that I think of Imagination of a child The plans I’ve made Months in advance No wonder I can’t sleep My brains in a trance .,