At 2am you’ll find me
Awake and thinking too much
I speak aloud of what I’m afraid
Using the darkness as my crutch
Sleep never comes easily
My soul simply cannot rest
With the dull ache of loneliness
And sorrow it knows best
They say 2am is for the poets
The lovers, the lonely, the inspired
But I just want to fall asleep
Can someone hold me? I’m tired
Apr 11, 2020
Apr 11, 2020 at 7:14 PM UTC
At 2am you’ll find me
Awake and thinking too much
I speak aloud of what I’m afraid
Using the darkness as my crutch
Sleep never comes easily
My soul simply cannot rest
With the dull ache of loneliness
And sorrow it knows best
They say 2am is for the poets
The lovers, the lonely, the inspired
But I just want to fall asleep
Can someone hold me? I’m tired
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