It seems so hard, fucking time
I'm all alone and there's nothing to do
I'm sick and tired of starting at
The fucking walls of my fucking bedroom
I think of her, but she's far away
I wonder if she's thinking of me
What can I do if she's not here
There's nothing on the radio and nothing on tv
It makes me ask
Why can't I rush the time
I'm lonely with my doubt
It's 3 am I try to sleep
I spend hours lying on my bed
I look to the clock it's 3: 15
I'm starting to go crazy,
This is fucking time is making me sad
I turn on lights, I turn off lights
I'm so tired but I can't sleep
So I try to find something to do
Cause this paranoia is kinda sick
