R&R me, I'll R&R you. Keep writing. -Pammy.

writing myself to sleep.

I'm gonna write myself to sleep tonight,

I don't know what else I can do to get by.

I'm gonna write myself to sleep tonight,

I have no one to call and no reason to cry.

Sleep tonight, it won't come easy.

My mind's too tense and my heart's still beating.

Sleep tonight, it won't come easy.

The bottles are empty, my heart is sinking.

I know I might've made too many mistakes,

and I know how hard it is for everyone to take.

I'm supposed to be the saint,

they're supposed to do the sinning,

These are our roles, but we're never winning.

And lately I've been getting home later and later,

the space between the phone calls gets bigger and bigger.

But I can't ask if they're okay if I'm not okay,

I can't tell them I'm good enough, I know there is no way.

There's so much I can't say to them now,

there's so much I wouldn't know where to start.

So I'm gonna write myself to sleep tonight,

this pen on this paper is a way to let it out.

There's a monster inside me, there are impulses inside me.

They say I'm an angel without any wings,

but it's more like I'm scared to admit anything.

The impulse, it gets harder and harder to ignore.

Opportunities lurk around every door,

and I'm not sure which door I should choose.

They know how to separate the good from the bad,

even if they don't always pick the best.

I'm not sure these days which is which,

and I'm starting not to care at all,

I'm slipping up and I'm starting to fall.

Part of me is still fairly motivated,

but my imagination keeps the past at a present.

It's hard to see the future when you don't know what to see.

It's hard to make decisions when you don't know what you want.

I want to forget, I want to feel good,

I want to remember and I want to save the world.

I want to pull you out of your darkness

almost as much as I want to join you in it.

I want to be awake and I want to be asleep.

I want to make sure nobody hurts me anymore,

but admitting that would mean closing the door.

So instead I'm gonna write myself to sleep tonight,

I'm gonna write until the impulses wear themselves out.

I'm gonna write until the monster is tired,

my eyes are heavy but my mind is wired.

I'm gonna write to save myself,

because I don't know where else to go for help.