It’s 1 am, I’m wide awake Remembering a past mistake At 2 am, I hear a bell Reminding me how far I fell By 3 am, I ask for sleep While making vows I dare not keep Now 4 am becomes a blur As morning birds begin to stir At 5am it’s time to rise And rub my swollen, puffy eyes It’s 6am, the day's begun After a night of sleepless fun The coffee helps me forget My insomnia for a bit But I know, to my dismay It will never go away
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