It's one in the morning I've a paper due tomorrow I'm writing writing writing I'll ask the teacher if I can borrow Some more time But I know I'll waste it The deadline is so close I can taste it. Procrastination is key Stress will be the death of me.
With all my demons I'm never alone. I hope one day it'll seem Like they've all flown away. But here they are All dug in deep They are all mine, All mine to keep.
I've always been your baby. Will I grow up? Maybe. When you held my hand We could travel any land. With your memor and all your love I'll see you later in Heaven above.
It hurts like the rain on a sunburn But in my head It hurts like a burn on the stove But in my heart It hurts like I've been caught in barbed wire But in my soul