6 A.M.

6.am party won't stop
6.am non-stop
6.am still awake
6.am party dance
I feel like a rock-star
Not a pop-star
I'm scumbag
I wanna see
Angels talking to me
Drunk at the Non-alcoholic bar
I swear on god this is last
Surfing on my debit card
Don't be impulsive
Feels so trash
Stop me
Now i can't
4.am
I'm fucked
Prada sneakers on my back
Silver on my neck
Blue eyes like i said
I'm falling again

I miss the way you talk to me
I feel nauseous when i dream
It feels obnoxious be so me
Talks so loud i can't sleep

Something happened
A walkout after party
I'm alone
Reading
My soul
Gone for miss them
Inverted cross on my crypt
Aren't you trying?
Gotta go home
This is tragic
6.am
After party
My red eyes
Turn into white
I'm praying
To gods
For a desire
I hope all
Of this
Just vanish
Like all did
In my life