Night

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Night's like this, don't know how may times I've felt like this,
flooded with memories, stock piles, like this was a business,
visions in my head come to me when my mind's in sickness,
maybe I should talk to the man upstairs, but then again life's not really fair,
feelin like the Grinch, can't feel right anywhere,
just sit in the corner of my room, and listen to whatever's their,
these habits are tiring, but I'm just an employee,
not one who does the fire and hiring,
picture that painting staring and smiling,
sometimes images feel like they're frozen, or damaged,
but I guess they're just swollen and crying,
watching you look after me is nice, but when you're alone I know it's tolling,
the only place I feel at home, is when I'm knowing,
that today's going to turn into tomorrow, when it does I'll be there to follow,
loving through storms, now there's the motto,
why is it that they can't stop and think about their choices,
I know there brain's not hollow,
things happen for a reason, that's a tough pill to swallow,
You've always been there for me, even when I've pushed you away,
I love you, and I know that's something hard for me to say,
even when the skies shinning, but definitely when it's grey,

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jerry82203
Member since November 12 2019

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