It's sometimes scary,
what goes through your head,
at 2 AM,
alone in your bed.
It's sometimes frightening,
what crosses your mind,
when you're alone,
or falling behind.
It's sometimes terrifying,
when you're wishing for death,
and you're on the edge,
waiting for that last breath.
It's sometimes petrifying,
what your mind can say,
at 2 AM alone in the dark,
without a single light of day.
