it's 12:44, i don't know if i'll sleep.

my eyelids won't stay open, but i don't think i'll sleep.

its strange, what a weekend can do.

ruin, trip, laugh, tear, grin

i don't know if your spiting me, but it hurts and i ask you to stop

its not what you think it is, and you're still in charge

ill weep without tears, i won't sleep

and i'll smile tomorrow