It's okay, I guess I will be alright,
Because it's just one of those nights,
Where I try,
Not to cry.
One of those nights,
Where I hope to take my last breath,
And run into death.
One of those nights,
Where I stare into nothing,
And let my heart feel everything.
One of those nights,
Where I walk the memory lane,
Spend some time there and try not to go insane.
One of those nights,
Where I do things to keep myself numb,
And assume that it's my favorite season, autumn.
But I've had enough of those nights,
And I am starting to think that it's not alright.
