In the wee hours of the morning
I'm still thinking while everyone is snoring
I'm still thinking, that I'm still searching for something
I'm searching for something that I don't know what it is
You wouldn't understand
For I couldn't either
And I couldn't help but think
Does it really make me wiser
Or do I waste my time in thought
Letting my life waste away and rot
I think myself into this pit
And I can never find a way out of it
A way out of this cycle and into the new
Wherever it brings me
I hope there's a view