3am and I can't catch a wink.
3am so I begin to drink.
Every drop brings ease to my mind.
So I pour another shot and begin to unwind.
A sinking feeling deep in my core.
My eyes are heavy, dry and sore.
Twisting spine, muscles tight tied up in knots.
Living this uncomfortably brings on unspeakable thoughts.
Each night it only gets worse.
Each and every night I live with this curse.
I can't keep doing this, tomorrow i must work.
Looks like another day of being grumpy and a jerk.
It's 3am, It's time to go to bed.
It's 3am and I can't wait to be dead.
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