Out and Awake, But Not Yet Alive

Three o' clock
I'm asleep
And writing down these words
Sometimes there is more to say
Than can be put down
But before the world comes to a close
Hopefully something more can be achieved
Than an excuse for being alone

Dreams of mine were once so dark
Then turned to sweet, like candy and clouds
Now they are just direct and cruel
Reminding me of things that I couldn't
Hold onto

Blocks of paper tossed around
Laughter and games mixed into
The music
Voices like angels sing and sing
I don't believe in angels
But that's okay

A fleeting glimpse I saw last night
Of what things had been before
Now they just linger and mope
Sad little drawings in a book
Friends, they sure do go and go
No one stays unless they want help

I once dreamed of a girl
Who had no face but was pretty cute
Over the years that face has changed
Into people that I thought I needed to save
And somewhere deep in my little heart
I wanted them to save me too
Because because

It's getting cold and the windows are open
The bed I sleep in is still quite empty
And I keep telling myself to stay
Oh so quiet, just for the day
But my own words I don't understand
So I just leave me here
And find something else to do