three o'clock and i'm still awake
tryin' to decide what's real what's fake
heartache, highstakes; that's what's real
but all you have to say is how i feel
and i think it's surreal how you try and conceal
your 'love' for me but hiding won't heal
as i look in your eyes, i see the sun rise
the blue skies, but questions arise
the who's the what's the how's the why's
                           why me? why this life?
there's too many lies, not enough truth
not enough wisdom in all this youth
this culture's a joke, immature, uncouth
we've all lost the drive lost the pursuit
of finding joy each and every day
as we each go our own seperate ways
and i keep on acting like it's all okay
but it's not cuz i got this bittersweet flavor caught
in my mouth like a knot in my stomach
gettin' the wind kicked outta me, like a brick in the windshield
a secret revealed, a stab wound unhealed
like havin' a sword but not having a shield

(to be continued.)