Dark skies in the AM from two to four,
The only time I get to myself any more.
Blurry vision and a scattered thought,
Every moment, every memory I never forgot.
The games they play and the hearts that stay,
The friends I keep and the lack of the sleep.
Alone I sit alone I deal,
Alone I hurt alone I feel.
From two to four,
I sit and explore.
My head nodding my body wants to rest,
A troubled spirit constantly stressed.
Will I get better? Will I be okay?
People ask but do they care what I say?
The world's sound asleep as I lay awake,
Thinking of everything every single mistake.
Tears with the smokey cloud of vapor,
From two to four I pray to my maker.
I wonder if he even sees me,
Maybe i'm not clear enough to see.
A soul crying a certain tragedy.
Jun 11, 2020
Jun 11, 2020 at 8:53 AM UTC
Dark skies in the AM from two to four,
The only time I get to myself any more.
Blurry vision and a scattered thought,
Every moment, every memory I never forgot.
The games they play and the hearts that stay,
The friends I keep and the lack of the sleep.
Alone I sit alone I deal,
Alone I hurt alone I feel.
From two to four,
I sit and explore.
My head nodding my body wants to rest,
A troubled spirit constantly stressed.
Will I get better? Will I be okay?
People ask but do they care what I say?
The world's sound asleep as I lay awake,
Thinking of everything every single mistake.
Tears with the smokey cloud of vapor,
From two to four I pray to my maker.
I wonder if he even sees me,
Maybe i'm not clear enough to see.
A soul crying a certain tragedy.
One day at a time right?
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