The Side of The Pillow I Sleep On

The side of the pillow I sleep on is tired of tears.

But how can I stop,

when the dark brings a secret that no one will find

and the lies and tragedies people leave behind

haunt and hurt 'till there is no ease

'till the pain and the hopelessness brings me to

my knees.

The side of the pillow I sleep on is tired of tears.

But I just can't stop,

when the world seems to hate and it's all just not fair

and the people who love you just don't seem to care

that your life seems to go from bad to worst,

that you cry so hard untill everything hurts.