Insomnia.

The usual insomnia has come to visit me,
the usual insomnia is sitting here,
but before she kill me,
she wants to have a word with me.

I wonder if tonight she would let me touch her,
if tonight her skin will blend with mine,
'cause her words play with my mouth,
sitting next to me I can't stop wanting her spell,
sitting next to me she plays to not cross her eyes with mine.

And I just want to go out through that door,
escaping from this my little hell
but there's no other room in this floor,
she has me, every night, every month,
she has me, she's my only shell,
she's mine, she's my rattling yell.

But here I am, sitting right beside her,
without wanting her more that I already do,
The usual insomnia, my most common mania.