It's the midnight hour, another day creeps in
The yesterday's pain is the same nothings changed within
Time again to fake it, mastered the art, easy to pretend
There's people all around but, not a genuine friend

Don't have a happy pill to get me through this sorrow
I'm feeling sick for experiencing too much, any spare happiness I could borrow?
Spiralling down to the abyss of darkness, facing my defeat
I hit the hard ground, trying to get up but, can't feel my feet

Must be bliss not to sense...