Sleepless again, four a.m.
And you think the clock has stopped
As you wait for the dawn to break
Can’t stop the thoughts crowding in, as the dread takes over
Ev’ry night the same, just yourself to blame for all that’s wrong
Fears without shape, keep you wide awake all night long
And you’re lost in the small hours, all alone in the small hours
Feeling helpless once again
She said a prayer, stroked your hair
Promised you would be kept safe
Through the night you were drifting on
Words through the wall, slamming doors, knowing you’re the reason
Ev’ry night the same, can’t disguise the shame of who you are
Fear steals your sleep, leaves a wound so deep that never scars
And you’re lost in the small hours, all alone in the small hours
No-one there who shares your pain
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