Eleven o'clock, the telenovela starts Mom says I can't stay up
Midnight I sit down at my window I pace the room and sleep runs away like food from a plate
One o'clock Here comes the paranoia Two o'clock The depression Three o'clock The solitude
3:30 AM, my skin itches I take off the armor and the blood overflows Four o'clock I look at that crazy painting and the broken mirror 4:20, give me a joint (or a blunt) I want to die high before the sirens reach my room
Five o'clock, I wonder what time the Sun will rise I calm myself down and move until sleep appears
Finally The Sun is about to rise And with it my nightmare begins to fade
5:30 AM, the alarm clock rings I turn it off and say: Why did you wake me up? The voices whisper: Sleep just a little more
Almost six, it's time to go I get up, stop, and think It's all okay in here It was just another nightmare without comfort
