Another night another attack, Insomnia is always at my back.

Whatever i do, even drinking a bottle of milk or two.

Still the attack always came through.

Insomnia.... Insomnia... what would i do?

Insomnia....Insomnia... almost gone crazy coz of you.

Another moment in time of sleep, Insomnia attack is always at my sleeves.

Attacking the evenings i need to be free, this goddamn insomnia never let me be.

Freaking thingie how would it be, killing it softly maybe. 

Insomnia.... Insomnia... what would i do?

Insomnia....Insomnia... almost gone crazy coz of you.

Well i think insomnia is the case, that we should have killed.

For the burden it brings, will make us all bleed.

Pillows and blanket sheet, awaits me every evening.

But wait it is here, again attacking and still tingling.

Insomnia.... Insomnia... what would i do?

Insomnia....Insomnia... almost gone crazy coz of you.

Is there a cure? or maybe some pill.

For this freaking sickness, Always giving me chills.

Give me something to drink, for i want to sleep.

Even for an hour, just make me feel its real.

Insomnia.... Insomnia... what would i do?

Insomnia....Insomnia... almost gone crazy coz of you.

One day i went out to see whats there waiting for me, then i saw an old man sitting under the tree.

I asked him if he could join me for a cup of tea.

Coffee would do since i have no money, he answered back at me.

Then we both walk along the street to find some cheap store for coffee,

He started to cry and told me his story.

The poor old man was homeless since young, he begs for some change for he don't have a job.

He never really knew that this will be his life long story,

For he has the knowledge like some of those who have the money.

If only he could turn back time, the old man told me.

He wouldn't have left the countryside just for the city.

He said his journey will end someday, but nonetheless he has to beg to end up his day.

Passion and seclusions everyday he sees, for such a fine man a homeless one thats him.

Who would have thought that he's a vagrant, when he acts and speaks well than those rich man.

Ohh what a waste such talent and fine man, he is better than those corrupt politicians.

Homeless he was and homeless he will, but his fascinating story will make you wondering.

every night it seems my life sunk with in, every night i sing for the next day will begin.

children playing and began to sing, to whom it doesn't matter as long as they scream.

every moment people would think, are they to loyal for their friends so it seems.

too many locals it may brings, the moment of truth will ring a ding. 

Some say what some say when, it is easy to get there.

are you deaf?  are you blind?, maybe what you need is an open mind.

Sharing thoughts broken dine, are you ready to lend some time.

when i see you eyes will turn blue, then light will shine through.

when it will end  nobody knows, what would you do?

its all up to you.

Again and again it will always begin. from start till the end,

its all but the same.

changing this changing that will somehow gives you rest.

 but still all you need, is a love that will last.