It's 3 am in the morning,
And a girl like me should be sleeping.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While thinking of the wounds that are cutting?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a daughter like me should be resting.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While asking myself if all I had to do was babysitting?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a student like me should be studying.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While seeing the madness in schooling?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a wife like me should be in the middle of love making.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While tasting lust in everything that he's doing?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And all the feelings kept coming.
Lips are being pursed into thin linings,
Suppressing all the sobs that kept screaming.
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 9:12 AM UTC
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a girl like me should be sleeping.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While thinking of the wounds that are cutting?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a daughter like me should be resting.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While asking myself if all I had to do was babysitting?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a student like me should be studying.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While seeing the madness in schooling?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And a wife like me should be in the middle of love making.
But why am I staring at the ceiling,
While tasting lust in everything that he's doing?
It's 3 am in the morning,
And all the feelings kept coming.
Lips are being pursed into thin linings,
Suppressing all the sobs that kept screaming.
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