4 o'Clock
The last few days have been bad, starting on New Years day and slowly working it way through the weeks. I'm depressed beyond words, I don't seem to care about anything, even the first day of school. I miss him, I miss my dad. Mom hardly talks about dad and now I can't seem to shut up about the silly memories about both of them. I truly do love them both and miss them to the point it hurts.
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?
4 o'Clock
4 o'Clock
Out of bed I creep
To climb this tower of shame
But the hour's still the same
Only slumber never came
Only madness knows my name
At 4 o'Clock
Why can we never go back to bed?
Whose is the voice ringing in my head?
Where is the sense in these desperate dreams?
Why should I wake when I'm half past dead?