Deep into the hours after midnight strikes
my heart aches vastly, anxiety's alive
Its heavy steel shoes stomp down on my chest
like this is just a grave and it wont let my heart rest.
When your broken, you do your best to pick yourself up
Pull yourself together, let all doubt eat your dust
3am..4am...the wrong time for this beer.
but Im hellbent on holding on, when noone can see my tears.
I reminisce of all the ways I loved and used to laugh
I let myself miss all the things I know I wont get back.
Ill fall asleep with woe and sorrow on my mind
but in the morning its just madness
and Ill go on like all is right.