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