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
