I just can’t sleep, it’s killing me

to lie awake eternally.

I feel so tired and want to weep;

it’s killing me, I just can’t sleep

 

When I count sheep it doesn’t work.

I sometimes doze, but not too deep;

each sleepless night drives me berserk.

It doesn’t work when I count sheep.

 

I toss and turn all through the night;

by day I look an awful sight,

with hair awry and eyes that burn,

all through the night I toss and turn.