3 A.M

I'm not okay with that
Writting this song I don't wanna fans
It's 3 am and I feel like a crap
It's 3 am and I feel like a dead man

I don't wanna see, I don't wanna get back
Smelling gasoline, falling on my own trap
Blood is so clean, vision fades to black
I'm all alone, I'm the fucking Bojack

I'm on quarantine, facing time with death
I'm dying inside, baby no regrets
Find me on the hell, losing all my bets
Fire beside me, burning all my letters

I'm tired of all that shit
Voices in my head, don't wanna hear
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna live
I just want to be fine, I just want to be better

This feelings still gonna kill me
I can't carry no more, let's face the truth
I'm fading away, so don't leave me
Just put your hands on my sepulture

I'm not okay with that
Writting this song I don't wanna fans
It's 3 am and I feel like a crap
It's 3 am and I feel like a mad man

I don't wanna see, I don't wanna get back
Red on the scene, painting all that wall
Blood is so clean, vision fades to black
Purple like lean, and they see me fall

I need insuline with all that candy
I'm hallucinating like Bily and Mandy
In other dimension, I feel high
And my fucking demons don't let me cry

I'm tired of all that shit
Voices in my head, don't wanna hear
I don't wanna die, I don't wanna live
I just want to be fine, I just wanna don't lie

This feelings still gonna kill me
I can't carry no more, let's face the truth
I'm fading away, so don't leave me
Just put your hands on my sepulture