Letters from New York - Midnight on a Monday

I am stuck inside my bed
Thoughts are bouncing round my head
Insomnia is growing stronger
I can't hold on for much longer
Trapped inside this so called paradise
I don't know what is wrong and what's supposed to be right
My heart is beating out my chest
I'm not sure if this is the end or just a test
It's midnight on a Monday
And all my hairs are turning gray
It's midnight on a Monday and all I can do
Is ask you to pray
For me
Am I lost or was I ever found
All my friends they never seem to be around
Would I be remembered if I died today
Or is that something that is too taboo to say
It's midnight on a Monday
And all my hairs are turning gray
It's midnight on a Monday and all I can do
Is ask you to pray
For me
Am I going crazy
Cause I know I'm not okay
Hysterias making me lazy
I know I've been led astray
Midnight on a Monday
And all my hairs are turning gray
It's midnight on a Monday and all I can do
Is ask you to pray
For me

Written by:
Marty Allocco, Nate Riexinger

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