I'm already in my bed,
I want to put on pillow my head,
Fall asleep again.
Please, let me do this brain...
But he don't want to sleep,
He prefere to dream.
I'm thinging 'bout something deep,
In this moment I want to scream,
To scream out all my fear,
And feel like I desapear.
2 a.m. on a clock,
I'm laying like that by 4 hours.
Am I heard sommeone talk?
No, It's just moving flowers...
I'm sitting on a floor
And wathing to the stars
I can hear scratch to door.
To calm down I smoke cigars,
Now I can see like through fog,
So I open my window,
While sitting on sill I see a log,
Smile 'cause I look like a weirdo.
It's fourth a.m...
I'll be tired at shool again.
I'm taking breath
I'm feeling like after fight
I wanna to be death.
I put myself to bed- good night.
