It seems so hard, f**ing time
I'm all alone and there's nothing to do
I'm sick and tired of starting at
The f**ing walls of my f**ing 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 f**ing 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