Pillows getting tired catching teardrops Searched for boogeyman underneath, telling him to dry them this time
Wondering how long this would last Shall I wait until the sun comes up?
No one knew she's dying to die No one knew she's counting her breath No one knew she needed help
But then, no one also knew she survived alone Drying up her own tears picking up her broken glass putting up a brave face She did not came out from a storm For she became one
There are battles we chose to fight on our own ; at the end of the day , it's us who picks ourselves up after hitting rock bottom .