1 am You are lying in your bed, 2 am You cant sleep, 3 am You are rgreting your chocies, 4 am You are finding your sight fadeing, 5 am You are batteling for your life, 6 am You are takeing your last breath, 7 am There are wakeing up finding you DEAD.
The howels that have grown, The wolves are a crow, The noise of people, Have turned to screams, of the ******, but the misery is growing, And the love is still dead.