12:35 at night as an odd time to be out. There is no people or cars roaming the street.
Nothing compares to the loneliness I experience as I speak.
I see nothing and no one just A night that grows bleak.

12:35 at night can be easily forgotten.
Most of the world does not even see it.
Many may see the beauty of 12:35 in the morning.
But nothing can compare to this time's feeling of despair.  

Still I wander searching for something
What understanding I search for cannot be found
As I gaze into the night
I might gain an insight and lose my mind.

My parents used to say I was an angel.
I knew they were wrong the day I met you.
My friends used to say you were beautiful.
I truly believed they spoke a truth.

I used to think the world of you.
You had given me love and care.
I had given you my heart and soul.
You used to think that I was dull

Every night I prayed for another day with you.
Other days I knew you were leaving me behind.
Lastly I had given up on saving what was left between me and you
But not before I tried one last time to light the fuse.

My muse I sobbed.
She is gone and I am alone.
My love I screamed.
Now I know what I have done is nothing worth crying for

I have paid a price I realize now for something I had not even done.
She left because she was wrong not because I had done her wrong.
Did I love her? Yes with a burning passion.
It burned so hot now without doubt it'll burn down my whole being.

I realize now you were an angel, but not not the one I thought
I realize now you were quit beautiful or so they all thought
You see there is an angel. An angel who acts the way you do.
Cast from heaven lucifer fell just to show himself in you

I live in an uptown house
I mean look at me of course I do.
I live a a conservative house
It shields me from coming storm
I live in an empty house
On a street without a living person
I live in a smart house
Maybe to smart because it drags me under
The bars on the window shield me from the open world
The locks on the door keep the fear from reaching my heart in my own home
The lights on the ceiling keep me from going blind.
The clock on the wall has me always checking the time
The tv blares so I can forget the sins of distant past.
The walls are wide but close inside as I look up at it all.
The paint looks white with a yellow tint so you see the new clash with old
I long to walk out of the house but never build the courage too
I long to leave but never really know just what to do.
I could take a car to another world outside this beautifully wicked place
Or remain complacent and live in stasis where I never can escape
Welcome home the Mat says as if to tell me I should never leave.
Goodbye the world says as I walk in to my horrible reprieve
Yes indeed a prisoner to my own home and routine
But I guess that's how life is when you live on  desolation street.

I found the love of my life.
Her name is depression.
she keeps me up all night
She keeps me in bed with her all morning.
She doesn't mind my mess but welcomes it. She doesn't care what I do because she doesn't give a **** about anything.
Somehow she still keeps me with her though.
She keeps me from seeing my friends because I'd rather be with her at home watching Netflix.
She keeps me from exercising because she says my body can't get any worse.
She makes me want to cry sometimes with just her being.
She makes me miss people I never use to miss.
She keeps me so busy I don't pick up the phone.
She keeps me at home because the world isn't her favorite ******* place.
She makes me stop dreaming.
She makes me stop giving.
She keeps me from caring
She keeps me from leaving
She doesn't understand the meaning of loss
She doesn't stop me from leaving
She'll stop me from living
I caress her face and kiss her lips because I'm afraid, I'm terrified that she's the only one who will ever return the favor.
I stay on my own
If I leave I'll have to sneak out on a rope.