midnight

It's midnight, past my past bedtime. I don't wanna sleep, well I want to sleep but that means eventually waking up and I'd rather I didn't. It's midnight and I'm seeing my whole life flash before my eyes. It's midnight and I wanna be absolved of all the crimes I didn't commit. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself. I don't think sleep will ever equate to rest. I don't think I'll ever feel free speaking in my mother's tongue.