In my room alone,
Crying 'till eleven,
Few hours of sleep,
Getting up before seven.
In my bajamas,
I sit on the floor,
In the corner,I sit,
And let my tears pour.
Through all the tears I've shed,
I still lay a mourner,
Showing all my pain,
Crying in the corner.
I could never understand,
Why my life is this way,
Wishing to go to sleep,
And not wake up the next day.
No one will ever know,
What goes on my head,
Only safe in my mind,
And only Seven Hours Into Bed. |
