1:10 AM

Post midnight

Stayed up all night

Not really thinking bout a certain thing

Not really thinking

Awake yet again

Stuck in a loop

Been stuck in the same bed

With nothing to do


Locked myself in the bathroom

And prayed real hard

That I wouldn't have to lose

My derailing train of thought

It's the only thing that keeps me busy

On these nights i spend alone

So that I won't have to feel so lonely

In this empty shell i call home

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