Dear you,
You know, the night isn't that dark tonight
Or maybe my thoughts are darker than every night,
Could also be that my room is pitch black-
Still seems better than the abandoned seashore shack.
Did you see it's star-less outside?
No moon either, in which I can confide.
So I lay, cigarette dangling between my fingers,
Watching the cold breeze mix with the smoke that lingers.
The murk seeps inside my skin
Yet I feel a hollowness herein.
My heart is stuck in the same gloomy plight,
Alas, the night isn't that dark tonight.