Clock reads two, the room’s too quiet, Walls breathe slow, my mind riots. Phone lights up, nothing new, Same old thoughts breaking through. Snow outside taps the glass, Asking questions from the past. Every answer comes too late, Frozen thoughts at 2AM. Frozen thoughts at 2AM, Looping doubts I can’t condemn. Try to sleep, but I just stare, Cold ideas fill the air. Frozen thoughts, no escape, Every “what if” sharp as blades. If the night won’t let me rest, I’ll sit here with what’s left. Ceiling cracks form familiar shapes, Every one a past mistake. Plans I made then left to rot, Circle back when I don’t want. Heater hums but feels too weak, Cold inside me starts to speak. Every second ticks too loud, Time won’t slow, won’t break the cloud. If I move, the silence stays, If I breathe, it feels the same. In this hour before the dawn, I’m awake, the world is gone. Frozen thoughts at 2AM, Looping doubts I can’t condemn. Try to sleep, but I just stare, Cold ideas fill the air. Frozen thoughts, no escape, Every “what if” sharp as blades. If the night won’t let me rest, I’ll sit here with what’s left. Morning comes, but not for me, Night still locked inside my sleep. If I rise, I rise half-frozen, Carrying what night has chosen.
