These darkened halls don't hide all the stories my soul has to tell
But when I move to flick off the light cuz the night bleeds into the day
I can't feel it inside anymore, it's like it doesn't matter as much in the cold light
As if I've been hollowed out and left empty while I tossed and turned the night away
But I can't feel the freedom this should afford me
Because I'm not good enough to believe it'll last
And I'm not proud enough to know that I can even make these feelings lastÂ
Right now all I have are the hours of light before it all starts again
Before the regrets and the guilt and the shame breathe new life into a sleepless nightÂ
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