3 AM
It's 3 O'Clock again and I'm awake
Fear of sleeping is the choice I make
There's demons in my head dancing around
They only come out when asleep I have found
Too many people needing your aid
Leaking out blood they've already paid
Many faces that drift through the night
Out of my head, it's a dreadful sight
I wish I could loose them during the day
Then, at night, they'd have somewhere to stay
Away from me those memories old
Make my night times thoroughly cold
Jim 1995
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