When you have trouble sleeping, you have a shortage of peace
Because sleep is where, you don’t have to think
I’m starting to have a shortage of peace, and by that I mean I can not sleep

I’m writing this song as a lullaby
Hoping that it, will get me by
Nobody knows these troubles I’ve seen
And nobody knows what is wrong with me.
Every night, I have the same bad dream.
And every night, I wake up wanting to scream.
I’ve stopped looking forward, to the night.
Because at night; my nightmares take flight.

When you have trouble sleeping, you have a shortage of peace
Because sleep is where, you don’t have to think
I’m starting to have a shortage of peace, and by that I mean I can not sleep

Every time that I hear this tune
I’ll have to stop and think of you
Because it’s you, that’s causing my dreams
And in turn, you cause my screams.
So much pain, so much remorse
No more love, since you walked out my door
I’ll try and forget, all I have lost
And try to forget, what it has cost.

When you have trouble sleeping, you have a shortage of peace
Because sleep is where, you don’t have to think
I’m starting to have a shortage of peace, and by that I mean I can not sleep