Ten till five in the morning,
Been up for three hours now.
Didn't get to sleep though
Till quarter past twelve.
Insomnia counters depression,
Lack of food and lack of sleep,
Scars in my mind are what started it all,
So somehow, this is all his fault.
Six till five in the morning,
Is he sleeping like I want to,
Or is he kept awake by the horrors?
Is he living a world of peace?
Or do I haunt him like he haunts me?
I cant help but wonder what's going on,
And if he cares that I lose sleep
Over the son of an ass that he's become
Two till five in the morning,
My face in the mirror
Surrounded by bright light
Is really a frightening sight
And I wonder if he feals the same
If he dreams the same
Dreams that he's caused me to dream
By abandoning the old me
For the new me won't let me care