Three Am, and I'm half dead, I don't know what's going on anymore, The people I love Have all gone wrong, And my mind's lying in the grass, I'm awake for this little rant and tirade, But I don't know, if I wanna hear, I don't know if I wanna know the truth about you, Emotions are stirring about my friends, about myself, The fragile line between my mind and reality is blurring Three AM. I'm wide awake, with the dragons, and demons, Nothing's left to be unsaid. It's all on the floor, It's all I have left, And it's not there anymore.
Reason for writing:
Three AM post punk talk outside a friend's house. Her parents were alseeep, and the town only had 350 people, making the sleeping quotient 346 sleepers, and 4 people still awake. Alot of talk ranging from Space ghost, To the internet, to self gratification. Long, wierd talk.
Birth sign: Taurus
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