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Till its 3PM Again

It’s 3 pm, Again? It's time to wake up! The day’s already over But It’s just another day where the end Just, creeps a little closer… My head is stuck Stuck in this daze and I barely woke up Already lost in this maze Full of voices Voices that never ever SHUT the FUCK up! It just sucks. SUCKS where I stay stuck at still STUCK, in my head, and I I just don’t want THAT… But I can't stop. How do you stop? Stop Being You? (stop being FUCKING me) Running out of time… —out of motion Running out of breath… —out of hope and devotion Why do I pretend, I wanna feel this dead drowning in my own regret while life keeps moving on leaving me behind with just voices and memories on rewind Till it's 3 PM again Till it's 3 PM again And I relive all the pain Oh baby, What's this list of maybe’s? Maybe, I’m going crazy Maybe, It feels like you still blame me. You never claimed me, yet you betrayed me! You left so easily Leaving me on my own all alone Like I once was a king and now I’m overthrown. Locked away in this cage illegally And you didn’t even stay you ran away, instead Leaving me behind All alone Inside my head! (always drowning in regret) What's this life become? It was you, it was me Now I’m all alone Running through empty halls holding this knife Trying not to slip, not to fall not to cut myself wide open. Yet I’m already bleeding already sleeping Stuck in a broken mind Just desperate for healing! This knife we carved with all the what-ifs All the dreams left broken Etched into the blade like glyphs… Now It’s 5pm… Not Again? The day barely started It's been a while since you dearly departed… I conceded all these warnings all these late day mornings yet I’m never done exploring Ignoring all these voices while I hear fate calling yet I'm still stalling drawing these stories while I'm barely talking! It just sucks. SUCKS where I stay stuck at still STUCK, in my head, and I I just don’t want THAT… But I can't stop. How do you stop? Stop Being You? (stop being FUCKING me) Running out of time… —out of motion Running out of breath… —out of hope and devotion Why do I pretend, I wanna feel this dead drowning in my own regret while life keeps moving on leaving me behind with just voices and memories on rewind Till it's 3 PM again Till it's 3 PM again And I relive all the pain Oh baby, So many maybe’s lately Like maybe I'm just guessing Or maybe I’m reassessing all these thoughts like I'm done expressing? Maybe I’m just lazy Maybe Life’s a little hazy lately As if you portrayed me like I was just afraid Exposed with these fears I repeatedly displayed Yet over years, Always FUCKING stayed! You impressed me Then you dissed me till it all depressed me Then you left me All alone You undressed me, And Left me Unable to find success. Now I walk alone, when I should have known locked myself away so eagerly When you just could’ve stayed it just feels so greedy. It just sucks. SUCKS where I stay stuck at still STUCK, in my head, and I I just don’t want THAT… But I can't stop. How do you stop? Stop Being You? (stop being FUCKING me) Running out of time… —out of motion Running out of breath… —out of hope and devotion Why do I wanna feel this dead drowning in my own regret while life keeps moving on leaving me behind with voices and memories on rewind Till it's 3 PM again Till it's 3 PM again And I relive all the pain It’s 8pm Again.. The sun has set The day laid down to rest Yet I still feel my heart Pounding, inside my chest… I feel stressed All these what-ifs we suppressed Now you’re laid down to rest And i’m depressed And i can’t protest It's all my fault no matter how much I confessed It will never bring you back So i compress all these what-ifs left unaddressed… And it just —FUCKING— sucks. SUCKS where I stay stuck at still STUCK, in my head, and I I just don’t want THAT… But I can't stop. I just can not stop Being Me. (stop being FUCKING me) Running out of time… —out of motion Running out of breath… —out of hope and devotion Why do I pretend I wanna feel this dead? drowning in my own regret while life keeps moving on / leaving all of me behind With just past voices and memories left to rewind Until… It's 3 PM again..