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Last night I cried myself to sleep
I don’t remember what I was crying for
Or who I was cryin for
Maybe it was for you
Or maybe it was for me
Last night I wanted to die
Not really die
But die
I don’t know
I feel like I shouldn’t say that
Or think that
Last night I was alone in bed
The pieces that remain of me scattered on the sheets
And the tape beside me
But I couldn’t seem to put the remaining’s of me back together
Last night I thought of you
Last night I thought of me
Last night
I had wonderful dreams
Last night
The dreams just became nightmares
Last night I cried myself to sleep
I cried
And
I cried
This morning
I look at the stained filled pillow
I stared the the tape beside me
And the pieces that remain on my bed
Didn’t seem so broken
I got up and I went to work
Wishing that last never happen
This morning with that smile on my face
You would never see the pain from the night before
This morning I keep living
Tonight Ill cry some more
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