Part of me complains, but still I'm here at 12:30 am
Even though I want to sleep
I feel like writing something
I wanna let something out
I can't put my finger on exactly what it is,
But something in my mind is itching to be set free

Darn it, never mind
There's nothing really to be said
My mind wants to be set free from its cage, but I don't have the key
So I'll wait until the words come to me
Until then, I'll just write stupid poems about how I don't know what to write.