4 am and my pain hasn't gone to bed.
I'm laying still evaluating every word you've said.
4 am and my mind has lost control.
My stomach whirling, my hands so cold.
4 am and I don't know where I am
Lost in a beach of thoughts, each one a grain of sand.
4 am and I can't feel a thing
Close my eyes while the demons sing
4 am and I'm on heavy drugs too
Effects aren't wearing off, neither are my feelings for you
Jun 9, 2014
Jun 9, 2014 at 4:14 AM UTC
4 am and my pain hasn't gone to bed.
I'm laying still evaluating every word you've said.
4 am and my mind has lost control.
My stomach whirling, my hands so cold.
4 am and I don't know where I am
Lost in a beach of thoughts, each one a grain of sand.
4 am and I can't feel a thing
Close my eyes while the demons sing
4 am and I'm on heavy drugs too
Effects aren't wearing off, neither are my feelings for you
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