Diary of an Insomniac

I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of spending nights wishing I had something to do I'm tired, I'm tired, tired of not having aspirations to pursue I'm sick of fearing the truth that will transpire But more than all of that I'm just sick of feeling uninspired I've been told to be myself but myself doesn't exist Well I wanna be a little bit of that and a little bit of this I want some traits of hers and some traits of his But when I put them together they just don't seem to mix Sometimes I feel like a vampire slayer Working to rid the world of hate and despair But in the blink of an eye those thoughts all change And I tell myself I just fan the flames Maybe my remedy is to write a melancholy melody And maybe my remedy is to realize some things weren't meant for me I'm sick, I'm sick, I'm sick of spending nights thinking I've got something to prove I'm tired, I'm tired, tired of not knowing any universal truth I'm sick of seeing these frauds being admired But more than all of that I'm just sick of feeling so expired