When I need to sleep
I don't count the sheep
I count the times
That you crossed my mind
And I find that
I'm doing fine.
I'm doing well
I hope you're okay.
I hope you don't have to dwell
On the last words that I had to say.
I've moved on.
I'm happy now, no longer pulled down
I can laugh and look to the future
Without being pulled to the past.
You infest every part of my mind.
I'm physically sick wishing things could have ended a little differently.
I don't sleep well at night, wide awake all the time.
The next day is hell and the cycle repeats.
When I need to sleep I
I count the times that you cross my mind.
And I'm not as fine as I think.