3 a.m. And Counting

3 a.m. Time to dream. Time to get away. What happens when you can't close your eyes? What happens when the night hides your lies? Fear in disguise. Restless sighs. Sweet goodbyes... It's no surprise, that 3 a.m. comes alone now. Make a vow. Promise me this. You will not give a kiss if you can't put your all into this. For nothing is better than a disguise of something. I rather sit here and reminisce, than have something, then have it go away. Just another thing I sorely miss. What gibberish is this? Just cruel thoughts to this tin robot. The sea that see's in the light or dark. Blue or black. Red or green. Nothing is always as it seems. A diamond in the rough, a field of vivid dreams. Nothing is as it seems...

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