I lie down each night, the day being gone,
Thinking once more life’s battle I’ve won,
But the pain of the past that inside me I kept,
Make the tears start to fall, won’t let me sleep.
It’s easy in daylight to ignore what’s there,
Pretend it don’t hurt me, that I don’t care,
But it’s scary when darkness starts to fall,
And my emotional ghosts they come to call.
They remind me of feelings suppose to be dead,
And of all of the things I should I have said,
“What’s the meaning of this? ” I want to shout,
Yet I keep being silent, so filled with doubt.
I’d do better to walk the streets at night,
Only giving into weariness at morning light,
Than to lie awake weighing the past and it’s cost,
Realizing I’ve not won at all, my future is lost.
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