To Chris

Slumber I don't
And sleep I may not
The pain never leaves
Or had you forgot?
 
I think of you always
I can't stop my brain
Seemingly Slowly
I'm going insane
 
Black coffee and kleenex
Were my only friends
When I was hurting
The most, nobody extends
 
Their hands are all clean
Of the mess that you made
Soon they'll see past
Your masquarade.
 
Sleep I do not
And slumber I don't
I let you control me
But this time I won't.