It's useless to sleep

It's useless to sleep, because God-willing I'll awaken tomorrow, but what is there to look forward to? Can't we just fast forward my life to the next time that I'm happy? I wanted you to be the answer, but you were just another question that had to be asked. If it is, it is. If it ain't, then it just ain't. What can you do? Oh sure, that's the easy practical way to look at it... but I don't want to let you go, or the idea of you. Why couldn't you just be perfect for me like I wanted you to?