it seems so hard, fucking time

i'm all alone and there's nothing to do

i'm sick and tired of starting at

the fucking walls of my fucking bedroom



i think of her, but she's far away

i wonder if she's thinking of me

what can i do if she's not here

there's nothing on the radio and nothing on tv



it makes me ask

why can't i rush the time

i'm lonely with my doubt



it's 3 am i try to sleep

i spend hours lying on my bed

i look to the clock it's 3:15

i'm starting to go crazy,

this is fucking time is making me sad



i turn on lights, i turn off lights

i'm so tired but i can't sleep

so i try to find something to do

cause this paranoia is kinda sick