Counting Sheep

I don't think I recognize, that person in the mirror Like my tears fogged up the glass, I can't see you any clearer Like a husk, of a person I used to know I can't help but to wonder where did that person go As I take a walk outside, I lose track of my surroundings I find myself in the forest, looking for some sign of grounding Like I'm a lost lightning bolt looking to strike All I want is some contact but all I touch ignites And on nights when I can't go to sleep I think about how counting sheep Is like counting down the seconds till I'm gone And life moves on Like a bird fell from the nest, but the fall was of my making Tried to step back from being hurt, and yet why is my heart still breaking And through closed doors I wonder if my cries still ring And though my ears are filled with mud, the song of hope still sings And on nights when I can't go to sleep I think about how counting sheep Is like counting down the seconds till I'm gone And life moves on And though my ears cement with mud I still will sing my song And on nights when I can't go to sleep I think about how counting sheep Is like counting down the seconds till I'm gone And I move on And on nights when I can't On nights when I can't On nights when I can't On nights when I can't