What are these nights
Pouring out my heart at 3:27 in the morning
The quiet the night brings
The snores from my grandma
Its all pricking my skin
I can hear all those sounds, loud
I can feel the clothes on my body , sticking
I can hear the clock , ticking
Its funny how there are days
When I try not to talk to people
The days when i don't use my phone
But its one of those days
Where i want someone to talk to
But i have no one
No one to talk to
All those messages are delivered
Ringing those calls
But no one picks it up
And when they do
Its not useful anymore
Because I've already
Been dragged through hell
In the time duration
Where i wanted to talk to someone
But i have no one to talk to
The quietness, the night brings