It is 3 A.M. in the morning
And my sleep ditched my eyes,
I feel like the kite
Waving uneven as it flies.
It is 3 A.M in the morning
But I am wide awake on a drool,
Pondering if the uneven
Still gets my even around to fool.
It is 3 A.M. in the morning
And clueless – I am,
Why is it so complex
When life’s just a mirage in hall of fame
It is 3 A.M. in the morning
But the answers now I need,
While the world is fast asleep
My hunt starts again indeed…..
And my sleep ditched my eyes,
I feel like the kite
Waving uneven as it flies.
It is 3 A.M in the morning
But I am wide awake on a drool,
Pondering if the uneven
Still gets my even around to fool.
It is 3 A.M. in the morning
And clueless – I am,
Why is it so complex
When life’s just a mirage in hall of fame
It is 3 A.M. in the morning
But the answers now I need,
While the world is fast asleep
My hunt starts again indeed…..
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