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Sick Six Sleep

Wake up in the morning its six,
I must be really sick because
I did not even sleep
Oh I wake up in the morning at six,
hoping I really get some sleep,
It's dark room, feels like a large room
There is room for everyone
Come dear! Come near! Come here!
See the devils and their darkness that blooms
I don't have dreams that shatter
These friends are the only ones
that matter
These devils! These demons!
Oh how do I express my love for these!
They're my wish, they're my kiss
When my thoughts cease, they're my only reach
I live in a room where light                                 has ceased to exist
So it's so dark so seems so big
"Haha, again was your sleepless night",     one of them speaks
"Doesn't matter, the world thinks I'm on eternal sleep"
I speak as I struggle to breath in dense air
"Get some sleep or you'll grow weak,
and we won't be able to play hide and seek", saying this, they sing me to sleep
Oh how do I express my love for these
I will get some sleep
Oh what a peaceful sleep
what a peaceful sleep
a peaceful sleep
peaceful sleep
sleep!!

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