It is 2 A.M. on Friday morning.
The world is asleep while I lay restless
I look out the window and its pouring.
.The clouds challenge my eyes to a contest
I feel like this life is a losing fight
Now I know why she left so abruptly
But I don’t know if what I want is right
I just feel like you don’t really love me
Maybe it’s just my imagination
Or maybe for some reason I’m just blind
But if it’s any consolation
I want you to know that I really tried
I can’t take much more, I’m about to drop.
I just want all the arguing to stop.