Testo:
it seems so hard, fucking time
i'm all alone and there's nothing to do
i'm sick and tired of starting at
the fucking walls of my fucking bedroom
i think of her, but she's far away
i wonder if she's thinking of me
what can i do if she's not here
there's nothing on the radio and nothing on tv
it makes me ask
why can't i rush the time
i'm lonely with my doubt
it's 3 am i try to sleep
i spend hours lying on my bed
i look to the clock it's 3:15
i'm starting to go crazy,
this is fucking time is making me sad
i turn on lights, i turn off lights
i'm so tired but i can't sleep
so i try to find something to do
cause this paranoia is kinda sick
i'm all alone and there's nothing to do
i'm sick and tired of starting at
the fucking walls of my fucking bedroom
i think of her, but she's far away
i wonder if she's thinking of me
what can i do if she's not here
there's nothing on the radio and nothing on tv
it makes me ask
why can't i rush the time
i'm lonely with my doubt
it's 3 am i try to sleep
i spend hours lying on my bed
i look to the clock it's 3:15
i'm starting to go crazy,
this is fucking time is making me sad
i turn on lights, i turn off lights
i'm so tired but i can't sleep
so i try to find something to do
cause this paranoia is kinda sick
