17 August 2000
It's one of those nights again
Those sleepless nights that seem endless
Each one is pretty much the same
God, this sure sucks
It's bad enough i'm bored to death
My brain works overdrive
Thinking 'bout a million stuff
Reminding me of all my troubles
More than the good things i've had
Boy, this really really sucks
I should probably go hit myself in the head
Go knock meself out
Naaah....even that won't work
So here i am, channeling all these unwanted energies
Through this crappy poem
Hey what do you know, i'm getting sleepy
In the next 15 minutes i'll probably get the Z.