It is 12 in the Morning
bloodshot eyes; it is 12 in the morning
heart racing; it is your words that give life
head spinning; the illusions last today
body numb; my feelings lack control

they say screens are addicting
mother won't understand while I'm still here
because there are people worth my time
only I will understand why I'm here

love you as you are and the memories
listen to your voice but replay our texts
look at your face and smile the same
learn from the love and loss that is you

you've changed but I'll gladly take the bullet
text me when it is 12 in he morning

Read this backwards and find another meaning behind it