Its 4am again,
And its another sleepless night,
Listening to the drip,
Of a broken drain.
Its 4am again,
And its either too hot
Or too cold, and it doesnt help
The pain.
Its 4am again,
And every time i try,
To close my eyes,
It remains the same.
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Author:
siranswerer (
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