Her restless nights of tossing and turning,
To just fall asleep, Her body is yearning,
It's that time of night where her mind won't sleep,
Deciding upon what'll go and what she'll keep,
Of course I'm speaking of that future runaway,
The one that'll never happen, not tomorrow or yesterday,
But in those nights she plans it out,
Every penny, Every place, Nothing left to doubt,
And that attempted suicide will cross her mind,
Slitting her wrists, Her silence they find,
Only an attempt, Not enough to die,
A plea for help, that bloody cry,
Who will her boyfriend be the next day,
Will it be serious or just pure play,
Is it infatuation, or love true and deep,
It's that time of the night where her mind won't sleep,
To just fall to sleep, her mind is yearning,
During those restless nights of tossing and turning.