What is Right

Going over in my head
What it is that feels so right
The morning hour comes in
Not even Mel wants to sleep with me tonight

It seems sleep just is not coming
No rescue for me now
My fate is rolling dice
If only you could peak, somehow.

I'm no future teller
But I know I'm going to hell
So young in life and yet
I've done wrong, and you can tell.

I want to say I'm sorry
I wish I could make it okay
At least to clear my conscience
So I could have a decent day

Nope, I don't think sleep is coming
I'll be up all night
But at least it gives me a chance
To try to make things right.