It's 3am and my thoughts run rampant...It's 3am and while the world is asleepMy heart is buried deepIt's 3am and I'm writing and dyingIt's 3am and I'm..
Stripped of my name, my love, and my heartall of this is slowly tearing me apartI cannot hear, I cannot eatI cannot see nor can I sleepshadows are my ..
We tend to write about things we want but can't get..But never about what we haveThat girl who talks to you every day?She's probably been in love with..