hindsights - glazed | Текст песни

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• hindsights
• glazed

It’s 4am and my room has lit up again,
Note to self; cover up that goddamn window.
I should be tired, but I am restless,
There is too much on my mind.

The weather might as well be bi-polar,
I don’t want to stare at a grey sky,
It matches the bags under my eyes,
I have tried everything.

Someone take me, somewhere where I can close my eyes.