It's late at night,
And I'm laying in my bed,
Tossing and turning.
I can't sleep.
I lie still and listen to the ringing that hums in my ears.
I stare up at the ceiling that lights up for only seconds before going dark again.
As I stare all I can think about is you:
Your hair, that's as dark as chocolate.
Your eyes, that lure me in.
your name, that rolls of the tip of my tongue flawlessly.
I just can't get you out of my mind.
I can't help it- make it stop.It's late at night,
And I've got school in the morning but I cannot fall asleep.
Even in the present of the moonlight,
Sleep cannot take me away.It's late at night,
And I've caught myself thinking of death;
Thinking of what comes after.
That's what I fear most,
Not death itselfIt's late at night
And I can't help but sing along with the tune stuck in my head.
It plays and plays and plays well.
I can't turn it off or change the channelIt's late at night
And I am still worried of rejection;
"What if they don't like me for me?"
Mama says not to worry.
But I can't help but worry about what's to happen.It's late at night
And I'm still in rage at my computer,
Rage for suddenly shutting off halfway through my work.
Rage for not saving.It's late at night
And I still cringe at my past mistakes:
"Did I seriously do that?"It's late at night
And I'm worried my mama is going to open that door any moment.
Tiredness written all over her face as she tells me "go to sleep!"
I know I need it but it's not easy to get.It's late at night
And my hand is cramped from writing mess,
My eyes fuzzy just like my brain and I'm starting to re think my decision on giving up on sleep.
I think maybe I'll try again...Goodnight.

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