at 5 AM
the sleep wont come
and your drowning in your thoughts
of broken hearts
shattered dreams
seal the paper at its seams
youre in a daze
your minds ablaze
with your insecurities
sick of where you are
and where you been
so you pick up a pen
and you write your rights and you right your wrongs
you write 100 differtent verses to 1000 different songs
its you verse the paper as you slowly pour your heart
the doubt grows larger and then you start
to try, sew these open wounds, self inflicted wounds
that cause you to hate
everything that you are
throw your hands in the air
couldnt msuter a prayer
start to die
man i know where you been
when its just you and the pen
your ode is weak
the dreams deceased
this emtional show and tell has left you out hope
and out of luck
your whole life is shot to hell
so all thats thats left
is little words
only scribbles to tell your story
you write em up
you write a peak
you write up all your faded glory
and you write your rights and you right your wrongs
you write 100 differtent verses to 1000 different songs
its you verse the paper as you slowly pour your heart
the doubt grows larger and then you start
to cry over these open wounds, self inflicted wards
that cause you to hate
everything that you are
throw your hands in the air
couldnt msuter a prayer
start to die
man i know where you been
i've started to cry
over these open wounds, self inflicted wards
cause me to hate
everything i am
throw my hands in the air
couldn't muster a prayer
start to die
but then you pick yourself up
put your feet on the ground
bring back your tears
man i been there before
when everything seems to good
the truth of it is
i think i been here before
hey man i know where you been
you're not alone in the end
cause you've got me and the pen
the sleep wont come
and your drowning in your thoughts
of broken hearts
shattered dreams
seal the paper at its seams
youre in a daze
your minds ablaze
with your insecurities
sick of where you are
and where you been
so you pick up a pen
and you write your rights and you right your wrongs
you write 100 differtent verses to 1000 different songs
its you verse the paper as you slowly pour your heart
the doubt grows larger and then you start
to try, sew these open wounds, self inflicted wounds
that cause you to hate
everything that you are
throw your hands in the air
couldnt msuter a prayer
start to die
man i know where you been
when its just you and the pen
your ode is weak
the dreams deceased
this emtional show and tell has left you out hope
and out of luck
your whole life is shot to hell
so all thats thats left
is little words
only scribbles to tell your story
you write em up
you write a peak
you write up all your faded glory
and you write your rights and you right your wrongs
you write 100 differtent verses to 1000 different songs
its you verse the paper as you slowly pour your heart
the doubt grows larger and then you start
to cry over these open wounds, self inflicted wards
that cause you to hate
everything that you are
throw your hands in the air
couldnt msuter a prayer
start to die
man i know where you been
i've started to cry
over these open wounds, self inflicted wards
cause me to hate
everything i am
throw my hands in the air
couldn't muster a prayer
start to die
but then you pick yourself up
put your feet on the ground
bring back your tears
man i been there before
when everything seems to good
the truth of it is
i think i been here before
hey man i know where you been
you're not alone in the end
cause you've got me and the pen