Four fourteen in the morning
It's your everyday routine
You always keep searching
For something to love
And you're out of ideas
You've also stopped dreaming
You start to feel paranoia
And nothing to add
You look at the clock
And it's four twenty one
So how about you tell me
If you're happier now ?
If not then just leave it
Just simply forget it
And continue your fun
P.S. It's four thirty one