Up again at 3am.

Awakened from my sound dead slumber, I take in sight of that confounded number…

I’m up again at 3am.

My mind keeps racing that and then I cannot fall right back to sleep into my mind, those thoughts they creep.

The thoughts that keep me up again. Up again at 3am.

And then…my heart starts racing, too. My heart, my mind and sometimes you Keep racing, pacing inside my head. I just want sleep but I’m up instead.

Up again at 3am. Just laying here upon my bed wondering when I’ll ever get rest whenever, I guess, at last I’m dead.