Crying late at night
When you’re all sound asleep
These tears I’m crying out
Take away the very best of me
Silent screams
With hopeless dreams
Cloud as a castle wall
No one knows how to break it
Or if it will break at all
Some of them have it easy
Others have it rough
But while you’re getting everything on a platter
My life is tough.
Broken songs I learned to love
Play from the radio
It’s been a while, I know
But I want to learn when I can go home
Your sneer fits your face
It fits like a glove
The tears dried
And revealed lies
The ones you’ve fed to me
I’m no longer blind
And I have the urge to breathe
Quitting the game
Rather than playing right
Is how you want to go
But when you cry alone at night
Just know I won’t be there for you to hold.
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PoetryEmotion - an affective state of consciousness in which joy, sorrow, fear, hate, or the like, is experienced, as distinguished from cognitive and volitional states of consciousness. Emotions are funny things, really. They can make you, or break you...
