It's 4am
There was a time,
I'd be trying my hardest to stay awake right now,
but failing and falling asleep each time.
Then we'd laugh about it in the morning.
There was a time, I wouldn't be afraid of the
suffocating darkness,
because I had you.
Now I'm sittin'
I'm wishin
the night away.
I'm counting the seconds till morning comes
or I fall asleep once again
There was a time, things were different.
not now.

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