It's 12 a.m.
I run off caffeine and gasoline,
nothing seems real lately
I am a forgery of reality

It's 1 a.m.
I am numb, I am cold
I look at my shattered image, to make sure I am myself
To make sure I bleed like everyone else

It's 2 a.m.
The lights flicker as hope withers
Disastrous dreams haunt my brain
The darkness is making me insane

It's 3 a.m.
And I lose