It's 2AM somewhere;
A lost soul sheds a tear.
It's nothing new to her;
She knows nothing but fear.
It's all the uncertainty
That she can't even bear.
It's a 5AM phone call
That she's praying she'll hear.
It's her chaotic mind
And the pain that will sear,
Scarring her with mem'ry
Forever, year after year.
Jan 24, 2016
Jan 24, 2016 at 2:27 AM UTC
It's 2AM somewhere;
A lost soul sheds a tear.
It's nothing new to her;
She knows nothing but fear.
It's all the uncertainty
That she can't even bear.
It's a 5AM phone call
That she's praying she'll hear.
It's her chaotic mind
And the pain that will sear,
Scarring her with mem'ry
Forever, year after year.
