Some nights
I find myself
Staring into space
And coming back to reality
As if theres a knock on my head
With my heart
Feeling a little less full
A certain part gone missing
Hollow and cold
And i think of you
Of where you were supposed to be
Some nights
I wish we'd talk
And let the broken pieces
Mend their way back
But there's just too much hope
And too little gut
And too little courage in me
To drive myself into it
Oct 25, 2016
Oct 25, 2016 at 12:17 PM UTC
Some nights
I find myself
Staring into space
And coming back to reality
As if theres a knock on my head
With my heart
Feeling a little less full
A certain part gone missing
Hollow and cold
And i think of you
Of where you were supposed to be
Some nights
I wish we'd talk
And let the broken pieces
Mend their way back
But there's just too much hope
And too little gut
And too little courage in me
To drive myself into it
Wish I have the answers as to why it all goes back to you, HR.
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