It’s 1:43 in the morning and I sit here breaking. Wondering why the world’s so cruel Why the Lord would let this happen. I have lost my sleep, I have run out of bed, Not because of the bugs, Not because of the nightmares, Not even the darkness, Its probably not the ghosts, Neither is it a headache, But a stomach ache. The twist in the tummy, Random turnings of pain, Because of the things I tried earlier on, O’my a resolution followed, Accomplished and bringing me pain. Pain caused by the sweetest of things, Honey.