6am.
Ain’t nothing changed
All the bad thoughts, they still remain the same
Try to ease a little of the pain
But still, as hard as I try nothing seems to keep me sane
And my Mother, she told me darling don’t you ever cry
But little does she know, that’s all I seem to do these nights
Up ‘till dawn, my thoughts and I
Trying to find something, anything that’ll give me hope to turn this tide
•what my notes app gets bombarded with at 6am some mornings•