3am
Its 3am with the nightlights on.
I'm sitting by my mirroe with a hot glue gun
trying to figure out what to change.
How can i get you to look at me today?
So here goes nothing, not gonna be my last attempt.
I'll pray to my gods while I scream myself to sleep.
I looked at you today,
you turned away.
Its 3am with the nightlights on.
I'm sitting by my mirror with a brand new knife.
I'll cut away my skin for you to look at me,
god it might hurt but you could just suck the pain right out of me..
I walked past you with a smile on my face,
you didn't notice.
Its 3am with the nightlights on.
I'm not sitting but standing and staring at my face in the mirror.
I get another gun but this one will sure do some damage.
Can't you tell?
This is all for you!
Just look my way!
I didn't walk past you today,
you noticed.
You said goodbye and gave me a rose.
Its 3am and the nightlights are off.
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