Sometimes,
when I'm crying,
myself to sleep,
in the darkness of
my own comfort,
I want help,
I need help,
But then,
I remember,
the people that
used to
always helped me,
have left me.
Crys of the night
Sometimes,
when I'm crying,
myself to sleep,
in the darkness of
my own comfort,
I want help,
I need help,
But then,
I remember,
the people that
used to
always helped me,
have left me.
