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