3 am
I'm lying on my bed Crying my eyes out Tugging at my shirt Wanting a release All at three am Nothing works anymore Nothing makes sense anymore My soul is no more I'm slipping into a hole All at three am I got my sad playlist on In me there is a commotion A whirlwind of emotions I'm drowning in a depression All at three am I'm consumed by fear Of losing someone dear I die with every shed tear While my world is crumbling All at three am
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