I am gonna talk about my favourite time,
When I am no more melodious as chime,
Not for you,unless thou are my partner in crime,
When I think about my whole day,
Its 3 a.m. ,my fucking real bae.
Neither happiness, nor worry,its an amalgamation,
Its the time when I fly high in imagination,
Simultaneously, I am filled with much of indignation,
Its just me with me,no other needs to stay,
Its 3 a.m.,my fucking real bae.
It is what must be called a precision,
This time never lets me take a bad decision,
It motivates me for not making an incision,
For expressing myself, I never need to say,
Its 3 a.m.,my fucking real bae.
This time I may be torpid,
You may say that I am morbid,
Actually the sweet, briny me becomes rancid,
Warning you! Please stay away,
Its 3 a.m.,my fucking real bae....
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