Some very thoughtful pop-punk music.
Wrote the first half of this song several years ago in a deep depression, and I wrote the second half today after I escaped the depression about a year ago.

I guess it sounds like a good way to end an album or something like that. :)

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LYRICS-

It's pretty late at night
A quarter after two
I'm bored out of my mind
With nothing to do
I'm getting all these thoughts
Becoming so confused
I think I'm having doubts
Of if my doubts are true
So here I go again

Step back and then I'll get away
Start living like a castaway
And all I ever know
I don't know what to do
If you've been waiting for something new
Here comes today!

With time still passing by
I'm stuck here counting sheep
And though I really try
I just can't fall asleep
This world's not meant for me
Please get me out of here
If I wake up tonight
I've survived another year
So here I go again!

Why can't I be someone who fits in in this world?
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