Some things i would love to forget among some regrets
Try to run away but alas, my mind's a steel cage
all these thoughts popping up like it's popcorn
and that is why the earphones are always in
awake at night because it's so hushed
so quiet that my own thoughts can be heard
not afraid of being alone in the dark, afraid of being alone with them
subconsciously there is no control, they are  running wild and rampant
i want to wake up but i am engulfed by that dream
Can't some noise wake me up? why can't someone drop a plate
I want to be woken up, otherwise there is no escape
It's so quiet in the night
that to get in,
even the sun tiptoes