I am dead tired, I'm sleepless seeing red Staring till my face melts off I'm over thinking, and contemplating I'm wide awake but I am feeling dead This could have been my day This could be you in my shoes This could have been my year I am halfway there but nowhere near The sky looks closer where you come from The sun will burn your soft white skin The wine turned sour, it's all rotting up in here You and me we both are sinking This could have been my day This could be you in my shoes This could have been my year I am halfway there but nowhere near I'm dead tired, I'm sleepless seeing red