It's 1 AM
I'm feeling bad
My brain fights my heart
I'm getting sad
I go through this over and over,
again and again,
the tale of a lost lover and words he never said
I glorify my mistakes, forget myself as a disgrace
The wheels of thoughts turn in my head
I constantly wish I was dead
Not in like a death wanting way,
but more like to catch my breath for a day
and waste away to nothing.
I'm out of hope, I'm at the end of my rope.
I like her.
I shouldn't.
But I do.
I keep her close, but never close enough.
I made promises, and keeping them is tough.
My head swirls with emotions conflicting and shifting,
every day brings new pain in a subtle way.
Give me a resason to love the seasons,
because I've lost mine.
