When Night Comes
when the night comes and the moon
calls me i have to go
i battle the skeletons that have ahold
of me and wont let go
crying and begging them to let me
have life they refuse the night is
calling
you have to go prowling the streets
like the lines in the road
looking for a lover who has no soul
some one to feed me clouds from
the sky
some one to play the drums to the
tune in my head i want to go to mars
and you sir
can take me
torn between whats real and what
isnt my bodys going numb i love the
sensation
this feeling that comes when
darkness arrives
the moon laughs cause from this
night i cant hide
discombobulated and frustrated i
may be
i need to get out of here cause this
aint me
crying and cussing about what i use
to be
but now the night and moon light
has a hold on me
this life that i live by myself with no
one else to tell
hiding secerts and lies like i work for
the government
i need help and i know it but im
scared scared of the awkard stares
scared of the
whispers scared of the opinions
scared of jugdements
i will do it but im going into the night
one last time
this time to many im fading fast my
body is numb
the skeletons grab me their not
letting me go this time they are
taking me with
them
as i cry to the sky while the sun
breaks the moon
i see life i see light i see joy no more
pain no more rain
the sun is smiling shining bright go
with the moon it is to late
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