Because at 1 a.m.
When your heart aches
And bleeds the blood,
From every one of your heartbreaks,
It's hard to silence your cries,
The pain rips through you,
Like a cold wind on a winter's day,
And you have no hope in hell,
Of trying to stay warm.
The wind,
Makes its way,
Into every part of your body,
And the blood spills out
Of you like
Cries from a newborn baby,
Before you even knew what a heartbreak was.

You can't just close your eyes
And try to sleep
After something like that.