#56 3 a.m. in the morning

It's 3 a.m. in the morning,

I need a shot of caffeine,

might be along with nicotine,

it's demon again, coming in,

it's a cold, frigid night,

moon is out of sight,

my mind's conquered by a blight,

pages ahead are another trite,

world seem to stand against me,

funny enough I'm in state of glee,

because the script is on the spree,

everything that'll happen I can foresee,

now I'm alone helpless,

what they've done I couldn't care less,

it put me in so much distress, 

could it be that I'm depressed?

if so then I wish it's true,

so I can fancily name the blue,

tell me that I'm really skewed,

'cause I'm so done with e'rything I've been through,

it's 3 a.m. in the morning,

painful feelings ringing,

I know I have to swing,

and bitterly further and further I'll swing,

to reach next 3 a.m. in the morning,