The later I stay in the night
The lonelier it gets,
I want to know what magic does happen
As 3AM on the clock sets.
Like two rounds white pearls
Tears roll down my cheeks
I try holding them back
But my two eyes, it just leaks!
Nose dripping, mouth drooling
I try to keep my hopes high,
But negativity grips me tight
Tired of myself, every night I sigh.
Nothing good had been happening
Lately things have been so bleak,
Optimism is like a dream
When stress and anxiety is at its peak.