The sparks of electricity in my brain.

Why can't I not have little sleep,

It's just for a little bleep,

No,

For as I do not sleep,

Then the dance of popping will be in my heed,

The electricity in my brain starts to have short circuit,

As I did not have enough sleep in blanket.

The world seems too bright for me,

What does the wonders of the world can offer me,

I can't see what they have in store for me,

as I am blinded with a flashbang with black-tinted glasses.

Alas,

What is to become of me,

I am fragile and that is the woe of me,

No stress should be delivered upon me,

As I will be trembling softly.

But all hope is not lost,

As my will is strong,

I am the master of my own curse,

I will not curse upon this curse,

I shall make this curse my own,

As this path of mine is my own.