My silent madness spoilt as the wind scratched the branch against the glass  
A reminder of the cool breeze of winter waiting out the door
The shiver returns

I should be used to this
4 am
3am
2am
That feeling of a world stood still whilst in my head the waltzers ride
Never stops

Awake  

So here I am again
Bound to write my own self destruct
Ink drying on a mind fading away
Lost from the found
I cry for my own failed fame

Awake

One day these words may help someone
One day these lines may heal
It's all I ask
It's all I want

Awake