3am

some days, i wonder why the sky's so grey, some days, i wonder if i'm on the same page, oh all the voices, and noises, and all these bad choices, it's crazy, i haven't gone insane, and all the people, so careless, who i can't comfort yet, 'cause you'll know, i'll just get in the way, so at 3 am, i go to the roof, and i talk back, to the moon, oh at 3am, i look up to the sky, and always wonder why, i'm not like anyone else, else, but i'll never change, myself, most days, i wonder why they're all so fake, most days, i try to understand, it's just a phase, oh all the voices, and noises, and all these bad choices, it's crazy, i haven't gone insane, and all the people, so careless, who i can't comfort yet, cause you'll know, i'll just get in the way, so at 3 am, i go to the roof, and i talk back, to the moon, oh at 3am, i look up to the sky, and always wonder why, i'm not like anyone else, else, but i'll never change, myself, 3am, once again, talking back, with my favourite friend, it is tough, and hard to tell, but one day they'll, wish they were, themselves