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.