On nights like this, I can hear the sounds of nothingness pile on inside my room
I've done just about everything I could to avoid what I need to, and I wish you would help distract me from my thought's rude
It's getting cold now
Traffic escaped my road
And now I feel alone
Now I feel alone
I asked my sister
If I could spend time with her
Of course she said no
Now I feel alone
It's days like this, when I hate myself too much to take a minute to reach out to people I call friends
And maybe they would've spared me a moment this time, to tell me that they're too caught up, another weekend
It's getting cold now
Traffic escaped my road
And now I feel alone
Now I feel alone
I dared to beg you too
See me tomorrow noon
Of course you said no
Now I feel alone
I'm brought to the irony
I used to pray for nights like this
I used to hate the crowds but now I miss it like home
I'm brought to its irony
But I'm too sad to make a joke
Now that I'm alone
Now I feel alone
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Songs I Write | VIII
PoetryHello! - Please don't steal. - If you do use any or anything, just give credit, thanks. - 20 years old, England.
