the Night
It's surprisingly warm when my bare feet touch ground,
but the night that surrounds me is cold without sound.
There's no one outside that I can see,
Unless they're all hiding, watching me.
I look down the dimly lit street, longing to walk alone.
She knows I'm out here, but I should go home.
I just can't stand the insomnia and sitting alone inside.
I love the feel of freedom when I'm all alone out here at night.
There's nobody staring disappointed in me,
It's just me by myself on this poorly lit street.
but the night that surrounds me is cold without sound.
There's no one outside that I can see,
Unless they're all hiding, watching me.
I look down the dimly lit street, longing to walk alone.
She knows I'm out here, but I should go home.
I just can't stand the insomnia and sitting alone inside.
I love the feel of freedom when I'm all alone out here at night.
There's nobody staring disappointed in me,
It's just me by myself on this poorly lit street.