I just hold my pillow
Lay down in my bed
Trying to sleep for hours
In the dark of night.

But my insomnia
Give me another chance
To think about all that
Which are not going to happen
In the next morning light.

Like the story of childhood
The grapes are bitter
I make excuses
To hide my inabilities.

Nothing will change
In the next morning
Only my insomnia will
Cover my eye with
Another dark circle
Who only know the story
Of my afflicted night.