Insomnia Strikes Again!

I couldn't sleep tonight, so I wrote this.

"I Don't Know How to Sleep Right"

(to the tune of "I Don't Know How to Love Him")

I don't know how to sleep right.

How to get those nine hours per night.

Going insane. Yes, really insane.

In these past few nights when I've been awake,

I think I'm going to break.

I don't know how to take this.

I don't see why I can't sleep.

Up all night.

It's not alright.

But I've spent so many nights awake,

For oh so many years. What is one more?

Oh, I twist and turn,

But my thoughts still churn.

If I fall asleep,

Will I wake up for work?

Don't think I'll ever get to sleep.

Who needs it anyway?

I don't think it is that funny.

I can't find the right position.

Optimal sleep

Escapes me now.

Some herbal tea. A fluffy bed.

Nothing helps me sleep. Why not count sheep?

Don't think I'll ever get to sleep.

Who needs it anyway?

Yet, when I get enough sleep,

I find myself disoriented.

I can't cope. I start to mope.

And then, I think--I'll get more sleep.

I slowly start to weep.

Insomnia's back.

It comes right back.

Insomnia's back...