This time of night again.
Not really late; not really early.
there's no one around me, just music from soulless speaker.
I wish someone was here to hold my hand; let me cry.
I feel scattered and alone tonight.
I look in the mirror, see myself reflected. Eyelashes wet.
From tears no one heard, from sobs no one heard.
I wonder why I'm going downhill again.
All the words you said; stuck here in my head.
This feeling makes me wish i was dead.
I'll write for for you and if no one likes it;
I'll write for myself.