2 am I want to be tired I‘m trying my best And here I am just sitting on my bed Staring into my mirror, doing nothing for hours The taste in my mouth is slowly turning sour I don‘t know what to do My mind is splitting into two I need to get better, I want to get worse And after all being here is a curse The voice is back and i try not to listen You’d think that it‘s easy but it really isn‘t It‘s whispering sweet little things into my ear Tears roll down my face but not a sound to hear