Numb

It's four in the morning Boy where you going?

I don't know anywhere but home

No good can come from these troubles you run from

But you don't have to face them alone

But this struggles internal it keeps me nocturnal

So I'll just continue to roam

One day you'll find that you're all out of time

Then I'll have nowhere to go

One more round till we call it a night

So we can delay morning time

When I awake and the numb has worn off