Sitting alone in the nighttime
The dark thoughts have gone prime
Every night something feels missing
As if something in the back of my mind is hissing
Could it be that its the thought of being alone?
Could I maybe find my own?
Wherever this feeling is from
I just hope this feeling goes numb
These nights will remain bland
Maybe all I need is the touch of a hand
Oct 1, 2017
Oct 1, 2017 at 12:58 AM UTC
Sitting alone in the nighttime
The dark thoughts have gone prime
Every night something feels missing
As if something in the back of my mind is hissing
Could it be that its the thought of being alone?
Could I maybe find my own?
Wherever this feeling is from
I just hope this feeling goes numb
These nights will remain bland
Maybe all I need is the touch of a hand
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