isn't it nice to sleep
forget everything
burdens turn you into a creature of impulse
a soul trapped in a dead body
weighed down by yourself
isn't it nice to sleep
and know you're free
for a while?

things are better when you scream and sob
you'll be a wimp but at least
people know you're broken inside
and they'll always try to fix you
at least they'll know
at least you won't shatter in silence