You know its 5am when you hear the birds start to chirp,
And the sound of water boiling for my dads morning coffee,
I can’t keep my eyes closed,
All my thoughts seem to stop me,

All night they've been running through my head,
I start to think,
A thousand miles and hour,
Things like, "figure life out Dylan",
You need will power, to succeed,
But not to the point where my mind is corrupt by money and greed,
And all the hate that comes with its need,
Or should i say want,

We make the important things obscure,
And blow up which celebrity is on drugs and lost,
Which diamond rings are new in stock,
And how many lives they cost, each,
I think its sick, teens wanting an eating disorder and being malnourished because its
"Hot"?
No wonder i can’t sleep.