Dark room without a single light
Only the glow of my phone screen proves I'm awake in the night
My eyelids are heavy, but I fight them
And I move my fingers to open my notes
Day two, and a flickering cursor

My second day with nothing written
An empty page that I don't think anything can fill
How must I live tomorrow? Where must I begin?
Waking up early? Out of bed by six AM?

Maybe this won't amount to much
But I won't let someone else write for me
I'll write what my day two will be
My second day that I must live on my own
This is the real beginning of a world of my own