It's 2am and i'm at it again
Thoughts of my life and the time i have spent
Waiting for something that may or may not
Appear out of nowhere
I look at the clock
It's 3am and i'm drowning in sorrow
I'm going to hell and i'm going tomorrow
A voice from the distance
A faint sort of cry
Begs me to stay as i open my eyes
And i notice you begging and i notice you crying
And i notice you saying you don't feel much like dying
Back to my life now
Back to what's real
Going to bed has just lost its appeal
So hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Hold on
Tell me now what it is i should do
Break down a barrier i thought that you knew
My mind is the thing that will make me or break me
I will not give up
Just please don't forsake me
A voice from the distance
A faint sort of cry
Begs me to stay as i open my eyes
And i notice you begging and i notice you crying
And i notice you saying you don't feel much like dying
Back to my life now
Back to what's real
Going to bed has just lost its appeal