3 AM

Its 3am in the morning baby
My demons going
Crazy, crazy
They saying
Maybe, maybe
You should take a gun and put it to your head!
3 am, 3 am, 3am
(Oh no)
3 am, 3 am, 3am
(So soul)
3 am, 3 am, 3 am
(No hope)

I dont think I'll be okay this time
I feel like if I do survive it wont be alright
I have too many thoughts none of em say I'll be fine
But my mind plays tricks on me, I'll be lost in time
Theres no play like home
Wait, wait
If there's no place like home I'd rather leave
Cause these floor boards keep walking over me
The mirrors keep taunting me
Computers watching me
My blinds dont open
I'm losing my focus
My lights turn on only when they want to show me its hopeless
Lost in the comfort
I'm choking
Fearing the open, I say that I'm hopeless
Just so I can diss my accomplishments
And regain my passion for trashing myself
All of it bad for my health
But hell
If i am to make it to heaven i gotta make sure i know what im missin
Messing with my emotions causes me to go back to the mission
So Envy stay stuck in remission

Its 3am in the morning baby
My demons going
Crazy, crazy
They saying
Maybe, maybe
You should take a gun and put it to your head!
3 am, 3 am, 3am
(Oh no)
3 am, 3 am, 3am
(So soul)
3 am, 3 am, 3 am
(No hope)

I heard it gets better with time
I bought a grandfather clock and set it fast
So I could recover my mind
But I think I lost more than that
Lost my goals, dreams, ambitions
As a matter of fact i take it back
They ain't gone
They stuffed below my bed
So I dont have to look at them when I lift my head
From a pillow case, that muffles their beautiful songs
All sing alongs
All of em telling me wrongs
And guide me to the light
But I'm scared of heights so I chase them not
I rather put em in the dark and let em rot
I must have forgot who I am
At first I had a dream that I clutched it both hands
Now I clutch on to the light switch so I dont see my fucking portrait again
These days it seems like depression is my biggest fan
It's there whenever Im thinking I'm close to a break through
It asks all the questions that i ask you
What's the point of writing the lyrics if no one will hear it
Whats the point of making the beat if no one will feel it
You know you wont make it
You know you just reaching
You know you just wishing

Its 3am in the morning baby
My demons going
Crazy, crazy
They saying
Maybe, maybe
You should take a gun and put it to your head!
3 am, 3 am, 3am
(Oh no)
3 am, 3 am, 3am
(So soul)
3 am, 3 am, 3 am
(No hope)