3 Am
Three in morning wide awake
How much more of this pain can I take
I prayed this pain would never come
But here it is, I wish I could go numb
I look at the sky and wonder why
Now I just ask to die when I look at the sky
Why did you turn out to be that kind of guy
I believed you loved me
Why didn't I see
before it was too late for me
Now sweet death set me free
For it is too late for me can't you see
Look at the clock now it's quarter pass three......
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