After all the things i've been told,
i lie in bed trying to force myself to sleep.
There's no such thing as comfort,
just aching and rolling around, twisting around,
pulling the sheets from the bed,
tangling up in bedclothes until I feel as though I'm choking.

I guess you could say I've lost my way.
just because im too afraid to justify
to know that i'll really lose you this time.