The clock reads 2am before she finally falls asleep,
Her eyes are red and stinging,
Her feet are ached and swollen,
She can feel the sleepiness radiate around the room.

She always finds herself here,
At this godforsaken time,
Like the late night is an expectant lover,
An expectant lover from whom she cannot escape,

This time of morning is not friend to her,
It's is the time of voices and doubt,
When the thoughts she tries so hard to escape from,
All to often come out to play.