He tosses and turns,rolls and moans,but doesn't sleep in bed,

    He tries and tries,and tries and tries,but can't kill the monster in his
head.

    The night passes to dawn,and dawn to day,and he doesn't sleep though he may
try,

    He lays in bed,the middle of the day,then he begins to cry.

    He lays in bed all day long,'till night once again arrives,

    And the monster inside consumes his mind,like it has so many other lives.

    For the monster is pain and sorrow,an misery,in his mind he was defeated,

    And thereason it's taken hold of him is cause he's just to damn conciete.,

    He wakes up in a second dawn,sleep he just couldn't find,

    He goes outside and to the bridge,and leave his life behind.