Sleeping Sickness- City and Colour

I've become, the simple souvenir of someone's KILL, Like the sea I'm constantly changing from calm to ill Madness fills my heart & soul, As if the great divide could swallow me whole Oh, how I'm breaking down
Someone come Someone come and save my life Maybe I'll sleep when I am dead But now its like the night is taking up sides With all the worries that occupy the back of my mind Could it be? This misery will suffice