It's three AM in the morning, and you are still not home,
Because I do not hear from you, I lay here all alone.

You leave home early, and always come back late,
There must be something here, that you really hate.

You don't return until you've spent your last penny,
I look to you for love, but I'm not getting any.

You look at me and ask, why am I frowning?
I'm in a sea of misery, and I'm slowly drowning.

You could easily save me,
Grief is all you ever gave me.

Our life is a disappointment,
My heart is in need of ointment.

You are not here; out somewhere performing.
I lay here by myself, and it's three AM in the morning.