5am

It’s 5 o’clock in the morning,
The memories have flooded in.
I haven’t been to bed in a very long time
and it started to hurt my head.
Everyday looks the same to me,
Nothing ever seems to change.
I haven’t seen the sun in a very long time,
Just a blood red old neon light.
Oh just a blood red old neon light.
Tell me what am I looking for,
Tell me how does it feel.
Tell me what am I running from,
Tell me how should I feel.