Insomnia

It's 2 in the morning and I can't go to sleep,
I get the feeling that I've fallen too deep.

It's 3 in the morning and I'm looking above,
I refuse to believe in this thing called love.

It's 4 in the morning and I'm lying in bed,
My feet are cold and my eyes are red.

It's 5 in the morning and I'm staring at my phone,
Convincing myself I'm better off alone.

It's 6 in the morning and I'm looking in the mirror,
With every thought my mind is clearer.

It's 7 in the morning, and my feelings are abandoned,
I begin the day like nothing had happened.