it's one of life's real cruelties.. when you see so much beauty in a night that you could just cry yourself to sleep if only there was someone there to wipe your tears so i sigh a heavy sigh and swallow away my thoughts and i pray that maybe tomorrow won't be so hard to pass by and that maybe sometime soon i'll figure out why i'm still here why i'm still thinking these thoughts and why i didn't just swallow the fucking pills while they were still within reach and i type and type and type and try to sort out these words i try to sort out myself but i always fall asleep in the early morning without any conclusion and i pray that maybe tomorrow won't be so hard to pass by but it always is