This cold, cold, cold night.
Moon behind whisps of clouds is its light.
Temperature falling, chills grow.
What the hell does the moon, the stars and the night really know?
About how broken me be?
Love does not even recognise me.
Is that face laughing at me?
Seen it all before?
Lost souls wondering alone to their door.
Everything’s so dark with no light.
Everything’s so cold in this life.
Everyone carries their lies.
Demon stabs from the inside.
Door closers to the dark lonely rooms.
Hopes of before disappear into the quiet, deafening gloom.
No one wants to be in my life.
Just another cold, cold, cold, lonely night.
Things are happening at small scale
But reactions are on large scale
Just because of sugarcoated humanity
Things are strucking mind
I am not able to find
My life my needs
Forget the deeds
My life is throwing experiences
Earlier then my fellows
Daily analysis tells my mood
I am lost in the wood
Gradually I am understanding
The need of closers
I just love them all
Who cares me who understands me
Life is an array of twists and turns
Nightmares to conquer and dreams to burn
Why must I wait
for the opening of the gate
The world outside is a forest and dark
and the people are it's bark
The lies
Distrust
Denies
To dust
Cries for something more
and they drag you in because they must
What's the point?
You work to meet them
then work harder to defeat their memory
To undo their damage
and disconnect the joint
One man that knew no better
Didn't mean to make me any upsetter
When he said it was better this way
But I'd love to forget it any day
For years I've seen it
So many tears I've tasted for it
Betrayal never gets old
ask me sometime and the story will be told
Cheaters
Liars
Beaters
Criers
Defeaters
All the things I disgust
and leave the taste
that leaves me to a further distrust
Whores
Bores
Posers
Closers
So many I can name
So many I can blame
So many I can claim at one point
and deny me what I want
But if you don't know, you don't know me
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