3.59 n the morning.

You don't know who I am, well neither do I. Crying and laughing, honestly I don't give a shit, but I'm thinking of you anyways. My hate and my love met up again and they want you here, here under my feet, so be ready for some war.
The noise of the street sounds like your voice, at least I hear so. My mind told me that you were right in front of me all this years, and now I know you were not.
Make me stop, shut my mouth again, you bastard. Lie to me in order to get my silence. Because my voice makes you feel guilty, although you know you're guilty, I don't have to tell you that. So let me scream, because that's all I've got now.