3am knows me better than my father
  about the time i spent thinking about destruction

3am knows me better than my mother
about the wet cheeks and tears of obstruction

3am knows me better than my sister
about the screaming into your pillow so nobody hears your pain

3am knows me better than my friends
about the hidden anger, that on the inside will remain

3am knows me better than you
about the love I give and don't get in return

3am knows me better than him
about the fingertips tightly held onto the blanket until they burn

3am knows me better than myself
about the damage done by others and by me

3am knows me better than anyone else
about everything I am and everything I cannot be

3am knows because it listens
it stays calm and speaks no word

3am is giving
and it's giving me a chance to be heard