This loneliness is keeping me up at night 1.
Filling me with cobwebs
And it's making me scream out
What can I do?
Go on suffering for the dream I'm following
I didn't know it was so difficult
I find myself here, walking
Putting up with it, thanks to God
Walking, of course
With tears streaming down
Don't get me wrong
I enjoy fighting for what I love
Whatever it may be, I have it
I split myself into three, two, or in zeros
Anxiety, my pulse sails through the roof
What I wish for is some calm
Searching I think and I think
1. the equivalent expression in english for 'quemarse las pestañas' is 'to burn the midnight oil' - it sounds a bit old fashioned though