Midnight
Midnight
shadows in small places
empty eyes dancing
tortured looks
forcing straight lines
facing straight down
pretending so pretty
and the cold is here
I like to watch when she listens
does she see me
the way I'm feeling down
so just be
and me, I couldn't of ever wanted you more
into the night
and all of our promises
you were the first
and always
my always
staring, if I could
the reflection in in your eyes
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