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 2", 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 6AM? Maybe this won't amount to much But I won't let someone else write for me I'll write what my Day 2 will be My second day that I must live on my own This is the real beginning of a world of my own