Insomniac

Doubt is in my DNA
I don’t know what more I can say
To make you understand why I am the way I am

These bags under my eyes do not lie
I do all my dreaming in the day time
Dreaming of the day everyone leaves
So I’m prepared when all I have is me

A burden
A bastard
A coward

I was born a burden and I’ll die the same
Raised a bastard without a fucking last name
Buried a coward without integrity
Mark my grave unknown so no one remembers me

Forget my name
Forget my face